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DON’T YOU WANT ME, BABY? : CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Do you wanna dance?”

▸ summary: a final chapter ends, while a new story begins ▸ characters: steve harrington, the party, & billy hargrove ▸ word count: 10k ▸ warnings: angst, hurt, SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) p&v smut, unprotected sex, & semi fluff (forgive me for this chapter) ▸ series masterlist

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Mike cried as he continued to put supplies in the trunk of the car.

“Quit whining, and keep packing, Mike.” you called out. Wrapping another layer of tape onto the box underneath Max’s foot. It was a bit tricky with your eye still a little swollen shut, but you managed to get it pretty tight before you helped place it back on the ground. “Tell me again.” you said to Max, looking up at her.

“Left brake, right gas. Signal bar on the left, set it to drive.”

“And?” you pressed on.

“And I stop when you tell me to.”

Nodding your head, you get up from crouching on the floor to stand up again. The sudden movement makes you feel a little dizzy again but thankfully you’re able to get back into focus to place a hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t gonna be like the parking lot ok? We’re gonna need to go at least forty-five to get there fast. Can you do this?”

Max gulped for a second before nodding her head. She reached out for your hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “I can do this. Trust me.”

“I’m gonna have to.” you sighed, squeezing back. The other two boys came out of the house. Holding onto a barely conscious Steve. You got up from the floor, walking over to the car to open up the backseat for them. That’s when you get a good look at him.

He’s red, stained with some leftover blood, swollen, and bruising up. The two seemed to attempt to patch up with different types of bandages they must have found in the Byers’ bathroom. A cute gesture if it wasn’t such a bad situation.

“Are you sure we can’t ditch him?” Mike asked, looking down at Steve with a frown before he climbed on the other side.

“I told you, he’ll be cool!” Dustin exclaimed climbing after you both squeezed Steve in the middle.

“He’s coming, Wheeler. The guy got his ass beat all to stick up for us. No one gets left behind.” you reminded him, pushing the seat back in place.

It’s a few minutes of struggling to get the rest of you in the car. But you managed to get two in the back with Steve comfortable while Lucas in the front is on your lap. Using his eyes to help read the map since you’re not able to. After a minute of Max pulling out of the long driveway, the journey to the tunnels begins.

“Here,” Dustin said, passing a cold bag to you. “I found another ice pack for you.”

“Thanks.” you smiled, putting the cool pressure to your eye. A form of relief you finally needed.

Max surprisingly was pretty calm and collected as she drove towards the tunnels. Lucas kept his focus on the map while you told Max when to slow down or speed up. Everything was going swimmingly until a sudden murmuring from the back caught your attention.

“Hey, buddy.” Dustin said softly, followed by some shushing. “It’s okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a fight. You’re okay.”

Steve’s groaning caused you to try and turn your head over, but the angle did nothing with your bad eye not letting you see. So you settled with looking forward. “Dustin, you better calm him down.” you warned, knowing what’s gonna happen if Steve fully wakes up while on the way there.

“Okay, you’re gonna keep straight for a half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai.” Lucas instructed, holding the flashlight to the map.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, sounding like he woke up from a terrible nap. You peeked around to notice Max worriedly looking over her shoulder.

“Eyes on the road, Red.” you called out, tapping at the dashboard.

“Oh my God!” Steve softly cried out. Realizing what was going on. You can’t help but shake your head and really hope you aren’t about to regret bringing him along.

“Just relax.” Dustin reassured Steve. “She’s driven before.”

“Yeah, in a parking lot with your cousin!” Mike added, sounding annoyed.

“That counts!” Dustin countered. You can’t help but groan out at the wrong time for these boys to be arguing. “They were gonna leave you behind.” he continued to Steve.

“Oh, my God.”

“I promised that you’d be cool, okay?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What’s going on?!” Steve cried, ignoring Dustin. Max took his hysterics apparently as a signal to speed more. Pushing the car’s speed from your advised forty-five to sixty.

“SHIT MAX, SLOW DOWN!” you gasped, reaching a hand up to hold onto the dashboard. The speed plus your sudden panic caused Steve to join in even more as he began to croak out. Sounding oddly like he was about to be sick.

“Oh, my GOD. No! Whoa! Stop the car. Slow down.”

“I told you he’d freak out!” Mike chimed in.

“STOP THE CAR!”

“Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max yelled next, making you even more worried about getting the others to shut up. Lucas jumped in your lap suddenly, making you huff out in a pained groan as he pointed to the left.

“Oh, wait, that’s Mount Sinai! Make a left!”

“What?”

“MAKE A LEFT!”

The car veered left a bit, slamming into someone’s mailbox before Max gained control of the wheel again. She accidentally pressed down on the pedal, turning the car so fast and so quickly that all of you around her let out a scream. Holding onto anything that helped keep you balanced.

As you hold onto a screaming Lucas, you can’t help but think about the others and hope they’re doing better than the rest of you here.

By the time Max arrives at the field, you can’t help but feel nauseous at the stress and fear from being in the car with her. At one point, the only person Max listened to was Lucas as he read on the last few instructions. With a final crash to the sign on the long grass, the car finally came to a hard stop. Making all of you let out the breaths you had been holding.

“HELLO.” Steve yelled, having been losing it still the whole drive there.

Max glanced over at you, seeming to look for some sort of approval. But all you can manage to muster up is a weary smile and a thumbs up.

“Incredible.” Mike said, looking astonished at the record timing.

“I told you. Zoomer.” She shuts the engine and the rest of you pile out of the car. Lucas helped get you out quickly and you lean against the side of the car to get your heart rate back to normal. The kids ignore the state of the only two adults around to start getting their gear together.

They rush past the two of you, to get their faces covered with different forms of face masks and goggles. Something Dustin insisted considering the air must be different in the tunnels due to the connection to the upside down. It was almost enough information to make you want to back out of the plans.

Finally gaining your heart back to normal, you wrap one of the scarves you found in the Byers’ house around your neck until it’s snug around your mouth before getting what looked like an older pair of cyclist goggles. Steve is slowly realizing that everyone else is getting ready without him, causing him to freak out again.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he called out to Mike. The boy went along with his tasks with the rope. “What are you deaf?! HELLO?”

His next yelling target is Max, who just as easily ignored Steve as she joined Mike at his side. “We are NOT going down there right now. I made myself clear!”

Dustin and you share a look of sympathy. He obviously meant well. And he was most likely just upset about losing the fight. And Max’s driving. And the hole.

“Hey, there’s no CHANCE we’re going to that hole, all right?”

Lucas completely avoiding him by going farthest away from the car was the final straw as Steve stomped over and reached over for one the bundles of rope you guys put together. “THIS ENDS RIGHT NOW!” he yelled, hopefully ending the dramatics.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. Making you jump a bit before you glanced over at him. “You’re upset, I get it. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, silently agreeing with him as you gave Steve a half shrug. He looked honestly more tired than before, but at this point. It’s all hands on for this problem.

“Now, I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe.” he said, reaching for Steve’s bat and backpack. “So, keep us safe.”

Steve shook his head, staring for quite a minute at Dustin before his eyes glanced towards you. He raised a single brow, waiting almost for you to break out in a speech.

“Please?” you asked in a soft voice.

He sighed in defeat, reluctantly taking the bag from Dustin and looking annoyed at the handkerchief and swim goggles in his hand. You waited until Dustin moved on to join the others before walking over to cup the side of Steve’s cheek gently.

He reached a hand up to place over yours. Making the moment feel entirely too delicate for how messy you both must have looked. “Your eye..” he gasped, taking in your appearance for the first time.

“It’ll heal.”

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt. I-”

Pulling down the scarf, you lean up on your toes and press a gentle kiss against his cheek to cut off his words. Making sure not to press too hard on any part of his face that might still feel swollen. “It’s okay. Let’s go tough guy.” you murmured walking away.

The car thankfully is sturdy enough for when all of you eventually climb down into the tunnels. The low lighting casts a blue glow over everything but you can’t help feel it’s made the setting creepier. Especially when you don’t know what’s down the tunnel line.

Mike is already ahead of the group, trying his best to read the map that they put together from Will’s sketches.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way.” Called out Mike from the front.

Dustin scoffed behind you, not fully confident in his friend’s direction. “You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure! Just follow me and you’ll know!”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, these kids are always so incredibly impatient with each other it’s a surprise they’re friends. How did any of them follow directions in that stupid game of theirs if they’re always fighting? Steve before you grew uneasy and began to stalk towards where Mike was.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, I don’t think so!” He called out, stopping Mike from moving any further. “Any of you little shit die down here, I’m getting the blame. Got it, dipshit?”

It was really at this point that all of you had brought Steve Harrington to his wits end.

“From here on out, I’m leading the way!” He pointed over at you, almost waiting to see if you’d rebut that. When you shook your head, he gave a small nod before turning forward again. “Come on, let’s go!”

“Steve is so bossy.” Max muttered under her breath.

“Like a damn stick up his ass.” you joked back, making the two of you snort a bit.

“I HEARD THAT!”

The group had made its way deep into the tunnels. Making you suddenly aware of how claustrophobic it felt like. Luckily the only difficult part of the journey was the uneven flooring and the sounds of the kids’ constant questioning. That is until the sound of Dustin’s screaming caused the whole group to stop. But after watching him gag over his own coughing and calmly telling the group he was fine, you all threw a parting insult before carrying on.

Thankfully there’s no mishaps after that and eventually you hear Steve announce that you’ve all found the hub. The wide space area with connecting tunnels being the dead giveaway without the map. All there’s left to do is drench the damn place with enough gas, it could light up a city.

The heavy smell of gasoline and the pain from your head has you nearly gagging once or twice as you quickly move to cover the floor up with the liquid. You wait until your pitcher is completely empty though before you join the others at the first entrance you came from.

“Allright, you guys ready?” Steve asked, crouching down near the floor by you. Everyone followed with a confirming ‘yeah’ quickly. You watched from the side as Steve pulled out his lighter from his pocket.

“Light her up.” Dustin ordered.

Steve is hesitant for a moment looking down at his hands. “I’m in such deep shit.”

Leaning his arm back, Steve gave off one hard throw. Sending the lighter deep within the hub. Instantly the fire is fanned out over the floor, making the room glow in a bright orangey light. Though there’s no visible creature in sight, the sounds of soft screeching could be heard all around. As if the room itself were alive.

“Uh, guys? The fire is getting pretty big!” you warned, standing up from the floor. The sense of urgency comes to everyone and suddenly Steve is yelling for everyone to go. Making all of you scramble out of the hub and towards the entrance again.

The screeching echoed behind the group as you all ran back, Steve barking out directions as he took over the lead again. Every step you take has your breath getting shorter. The flooring nearly has you tripping with the vines that started to come to life.

You made it over a particular step when a voice called out from behind the group.

“HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP!”

“It’s Mike!” Lucas screamed, instantly turning around. Steve and Max have gone the farthest, making you have to yell out louder for them to come back. Turning, you rushed over to where Mike lay on the ground. Around this ankle is a thick vine like creature keeping him from moving.

Dustin and Lucas both grab one of Mike’s arms and tug at him before Steve eventually came back to swing his bat down on the tendril until it finally broke apart. But you’re still not able to feel relief when suddenly the familiar sound of growling approached the group.

You can’t help but reach a hand out to Dustin, noticing how much closer he is to it than the others.

“Dart.” he called out. He barely took one small step forward when the rest of the group began to freak out. You quietly watched in panic as he stepped towards the creature.

“SHH. Stop.” Dustin replied, holding a hand out.

“Dustin..” you tried, feeling your voice grow small, but all he did was hush you. Not being able to control yourself, you stretch forward to step out when Steve wrapped a hand around your arm, keeping you from moving. “If you go after him, it’ll react.” he whispered, making you feel only more nervous.

“Trust me, please.” Dustin called out, keeping his gaze solely on the thing before him. The group stayed quiet, allowing your cousin’s calm voice to be the only thing that Dart would hear. “Hey, it’s me. It’s me. It’s just your friend, it’s Dustin. All right?”

The creature approached him carefully, without a face you can’t quite place what it was thinking. But with its small steps it appeared hesitant. Dustin slowly crouched down before it. “You remember me?” It gargled lightly. “Will you let us pass?”

Dart’s face flared open, showing the thousands of tiny teeth inside its mouth. The group jolted a bit, and you tried to get out of Steve’s grasp. Pinching at his arm to let you go. But all he did was grunt softly at the pain.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the storm cellar.” Dustin chuckled. “That was a pretty douchey thing to do. You hungry? Yeah?” he reached behind him for his backpack, putting it before him on the ground.

“He’s insane!” Lucas whispered.

“Don’t.” Mike warned back.

“Shut up!” Steve whispered, looking over at them. “And stop pinching me!” he said to you, moving his hand higher up towards your shoulder.

“He’s literally giving the damn thing food!”

“SHH.”

Dustin continued on like there was no worried party behind him. Presenting the damn dog with a piece of leftover Halloween candy. “I’ve got our favorite. See? Nougat.” Dart let out a curious sound, leaning closer as Dustin unwrapped the candy for him.

“Look at that. Yummy. Here, all right?” The creature began to slowly eat up the piece, making Dustin lean back comfortably as he gave some encouragement while signaling for the group to move forward. “Eat up, buddy. Come on. Come on.”

The others carefully moved around Dart, trying their best to keep the piece while Steve practically had to lift you up and drag you to get away from Dustin. You would normally tell him off for that if you weren’t so scared of what yelling would alert the demo-dog to do.

Eventually Dustin got up from the ground. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he cast one last look over the creature. It seemed to sense his same sentiment as it gave Dustin a parting glance before it returned to eating.

“Goodbye, buddy.”

The entrance is coming up when the world is suddenly shaking, making all of you fall over on the ground. Your swollen eye has surprisingly opened up, giving you a better chance to see your surroundings while the group questioned what made that quake happen.

The sound of roaring is the unsettling answer you’re all given.

“They’re coming.” Mike declared, shining a light towards the tunnels. “RUN! RUN!”

There’s no telling how close the demo-dogs are from the sound of the roars, making the rest of you spare no time as you run the rest of the way. God willing no other things try to stop you guys this time.

“There, there!” You heard Lucas yell from the front. Down the way hung the rope from the outside, shining lightly like a beacon of hope.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Steve yelled, leading the line. He turned around when at the rope, looking at you. Not giving you a chance to even climb up, he practically lifts you off the ground, yelling for you to grab onto the rope. When he saw that you were secured and climbing, he moved onto the next person. There’s a searing pain in your arm from having to use strength to lift you up, but you ignored it once outside to grab hold of Max who followed you. Then to Lucas, and Mike after.

“Come on, guys! Climb up!” you yelled when Steve nor Dustin had grabbed onto the rope yet. Peering down, you’re shocked to see that the two of them are looking towards the deep entrance. The sounds of the beasts got louder. A new panic flooded over you when you noticed that Steve pulled out his bat. Ready for the defense.

Was he really about to take on a whole group of demo-dogs by himself? The image of him out in the junkyard came to mind again. Making your heart jump into your throat. He can’t do this!

The other three are yelling for the two, trying to reach out for them when suddenly Dustin screamed. It’s silent for one second until the sounds of the herd continuing their run took over. The two boys are still by the rope, confused by the demo-dogs pushing past them. In fact, they’re almost being shoved that Steve wrapped an arm to pull Dustin close. What were they heading towards if they weren’t going to eat the two down there?

“MOVE YOUR ASSES!” you yelled, not wanting to waste time figuring that out.

The two quickly turned back to the rope. Steve helped lift Dustin up so that the rest could grab at him and help pull. The boys gave off a hard grunt when they managed to get him over. Finally, Steve jumped up, using his last bit of strength to climb the rope and get out of the tunnels for good.

You waited until he’s completely on the ground before you leaned over to wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling him close for a tight hug. “You were going to fight them.” you whispered in his ear. “You stupid, stupid, stupid, idiot. You were gonna take them all on.”

Steve stayed still for a moment. Almost shocked to suddenly have you this close. But it wasn’t long till he slowly moved his arms to wrap around you. Rubbing gently at your back as he nuzzled his face into your hair. “Yeah, I know,” he chuckled softly. “I had to.”

One of the kids coughed awkwardly and Steve gently let you go. Pulling back to get up from the floor before he extended a hand out to help pull you up. His hand is warm and squeezing yours so carefully that you’re a little disappointed when he lets go to head towards the car. But when you all slowly approached it, the headlights began to whir, making the lights blink on and off.

Everyone watched in awe as it turned from blinking to a steady beam. Eventually turning brighter and brighter until all of you had to cover your eyes. But just as fast as it began to shine, it suddenly died down. Going back to its regular glow.

“What was that?” Max called out.

“It was Eleven.” Mike answered. “She did it.”

It’s only about two hours later when everyone is reunited again. The kids and you had gone back to the Byers house to discover that not only was Billy gone, but that Byers and Nancy had returned to the house. It was a bit of a weird hour or two of catching up.

Jonathan nearly went back out to find where Billy had gone to when he saw the state that you and Steve were in. But after everything that happened. Everyone just mostly wanted to rest for the remainder of the night.

Like last year, the boys wanted to be with Will. But seeing as he was in need of proper rest, they ended up planning to spend the night at the Wheeler house. An offer Nancy gave to you as well when she noticed you might want to figure out a way to cover up most of the bruising and cuts on your face. But after thinking it over, you knew you’d be better off sleeping in your own bed.

You offered Max a ride back home and Steve a ride to his car by the tracks. That way no cars could be written off as stolen if Billy decided to report anything. Max was more than glad to end her night. She’d have some bit of trouble when she got home, but hopefully the plan you guys came up with would help her.

After saying goodnight to Max, and making sure she got back inside, you stepped back towards the car. Peeking out onto the road to see if Steve’s car was approaching. He had been behind you guys a little back, but he must have reached a red light along the way. Moving to lean against the car, you smiled a bit to yourself. Thinking about how crazy the past twenty-four hours have been.

“Give me back my car keys, bitch.”

You let out a soft gasp at the sudden sound of a deep voice. Coming up from across the street was a sweaty, disgruntled looking Billy. Holding his hand out to you as he marched over.

“I don’t have them.” you frowned, keeping your voice leveled. “They’re with Max. Inside.”

He groaned at that, moving over to slide against the car. “Great, just fucking great.” he gritted, wiping his hands over his face. “As if my night could not get any worse.”

When you don’t reply to his whining. He pulled his hands down to peek over. You don’t look back at him, despite feeling his gaze. All you do is keep your face towards the road. Knowing better than to give him attention. But with Billy, it wasn’t long for him to get under your skin again.

“Your eye,” he pointed slowly. “I did that..huh?”

The light tone in his voice has you snapping your head in his direction. He has the gull to talk so nonchalantly about it. Like what happened was in any way normal. But when you finally meet his gaze, you’re met with a small glare instead of the gloating smirk you’re so used to.

“I guess the old man taught me well, huh?” He chuckled tilting his head while he looked at your face better.

“If you’re looking for sympathy, Billy, I’m going to tell you right where you can shove it.”

He laughed a bit, clapping his hand in mock amusement before he crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t expect sympathy from you. Not for a while now.”

“Good, then we’re on the same page.” you sighed, rubbing your hand against your forehead. “Look, I already told you where your keys are. Just go inside the house and leave me alone. Ple-“

“I love you.” He said suddenly.

You become frozen in place. Unable to move at all as you repeat the words back in your mind. The words you had spent months hop- Is he serious right now?

“Yes, I am serious.” He answered. You didn’t realize you had said that part out loud.

Dropping your hand, you face him again. “Is that really the three words you want to say to me? No, I am sorry, I’m an asshole, I should leave? None of those came to mind right now?” You scoffed, pushing yourself off the car. “I mean, seriously Billy. What the hell?”

“I’m just being honest.” He shrugged. “Blame whatever it is that punk stuck in my neck. It’s a killer high but I sure as hell can’t stop my mouth from talking.”

“Well, play the honesty game with someone else. Because I don’t give a shit if you love me or not. I want nothing to do with you.” Again you peered down the road waiting to see Steve. But this time it caught Billy’s attention too and he laughed behind you, sounding more sarcastic like usual.

“He’s never gonna be over her, you know?”

“What are you talking about?” you called out over your shoulder.

“Harrington.” he spat, harshly enough that you could feel the name hit you from a few steps away. “He’ll never get over Wheeler. It’s that first love shit that chicks are so keen for. He’ll never get away from that feeling. Trust me, I’d know.” He leaned in closer to you, reaching out to touch the back of your arm but you snatched it away quickly. Earning a hard sigh from him as he continued on. “So if you think for a second he’s gonna pick you..then you’re not as smart as I remembered.”

“I don’t care if he picks me or not.” you lied, knowing full well by now there was something about Steve you needed to explore. “I’m happy knowing that whatever I have with you is over for good.”

“God, you sound pathetic. What happened to the girl who nearly crashed my car just to get me back?”

Turning around, you extend your hand out to throw a slap against Billy’s cheek. His head snapped to the side instantly. From your spot you can tell the hit was harder than he could have expected as he adjusted his jaw from the pain.

The action is so violent that you silently curse yourself for stooping so low. But a part of you that’s so angry, so hurt, can’t help but feel a bit of pride for having hit him back. You keep your face in a stern glare as you poked a finger to his chest. “She’s gone. Okay?” The breath in your voice is heavy, and wavered. You hate that he brought out this fear from you. “Do me a favor and please listen to Max. Leave me alone!”

A car horn honked loudly from down the street. Making the two of you step back from each other as the vehicle approached the side of the car. You barely looked down at the burgundy paint before Steve hopped out of his car, going around until he was able to reach you.

“God, you just won’t quit.” he scoffed at Billy, putting you to stand behind him.

Billy sized up to Steve. Giving him a look over for a moment. You think he’s going to say something stupid to Steve. Instigate the poor guy into another fight. But all Billy does is hold up his hands in defeat. Throwing the two of you a bright white smile as he backed away.

“Have fun with my leftovers, Harrington.” he said, moving towards his house. Looking over at you one more time, he gave off a smaller smile. Making your stomach turn as he called out to you one last time.

“Remember what I said, babydoll. Remember.”

Steve turned around to face you, pulling you into a tight hug as he apologized over and over for getting caught behind a couple of red lights. All you can focus on is the warmth you feel from his arms around you.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, pulling back to look down at your face. Lifting a hand up, he cupped the side of your cheek to gently get you to look at him. The gesture is so delicate and sweet that you can’t help but feel the emotions overwhelm you.

“Can we just leave? I want to go home.” you whimpered, feeling your lip quiver as you tried to hold back tears. “I just want to go home.”

“Yeah, honey.” Steve sighed, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you home.”

The drive back to yours feels oddly similar to last year. Steve is trying to hold up a conversation, but you can’t help but reel in what happened over the events of today. Of the whole week in fact. Despite Billy being a huge asshole, who you knew you hated, he wasn’t ever one to lie.

So if he’s noticed something in Steve and told you before you got too deep. Maybe it was a bizarre sign that you read the day wrong.

The sound of the gravel underneath the car alerts you of your driveway. The lights inside are off and you’re thankful you’ll be hopefully able to get in without fully having to talk to your Aunt. For the most part, she figured you were out having a long day with friends and would be coming in late after you dropped off Dustin at the Wheelers. At least that’s what you told her on the phone.

Steve put the car in park before he killed the engine. The swelling on his face had gone down significantly, and he was able to wash most of the blood from his face when you guys had gone back to the Byers’ home. But the bruising around his eyes was still evident.

“I’m sorry.” you blurted out, feeling overwhelmingly guilty. “I feel like I’ve been the reason you’ve been getting hurt all day.”

He looked down at his lap, smiling sadly before he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s funny, I was gonna say the same thing.”

You frown at that, wondering just when Steve could have possibly put you in danger when he was always the first one to step in for everyone. “Steve, all you’ve done tonight is stick up for me. For all of us..you’re the only reason why everyone is safe.”

In the dark you can tell the words have him taken back, almost blushing through the blue moon light that seeped in through the windows. But he still shook his head. “If I had fought better..”

“He hit you with a glass plate. I don’t think that’s necessarily skill.”

“If I had fought better,” he repeated. “You wouldn’t have had to come in and help me.” Looking over, he reached out to graze the side of your face. The swelling of your eye was gone, but you know it must have looked just as dark as the ones he wore. “This shouldn’t have happened to you.”

“Then put the blame on the asshole that did it. Not yourself.”

He closed his eyes, letting his head sag forward as he chuckled to himself. “You aren’t going to let me win this are you?”

“Nope.”you smiled. “And you better get used to it for the future. Because I’m pretty good at always being right.”

“Future?” He asked, looking a little surprised. “So there’s a future between the two of us?”

You hate that you let that bit slip out. Not only were you not ready for that kind of talk. But now Steve might have an idea that sort of thing was on your mind. Which again you hate because boys having any sort of insight on your mind usually ends badly.

But Steve’s proving to be different. He’s kinder with that information. Instead of teasing you for it like you would have, he instead leaned in so that he could hold your face between his hands. Touching you with such a gentleness.

“Do you.. maybe like the sound of that?” You asked, holding in your breath.

You watch a content smile spread over his lips. Making your heartbeat jump a little fast inside your chest. Even bruised and broken all over Steve still managed to have a sort of beauty to his face. Something you wished you had better control over since it had you practically gawking at him. Now you remembered suddenly why people at school had been staring so much when you first arrived.

“That depends.” He finally said.

“On what?”

“If your feelings have changed since we kissed.”

You duck your head down shyly. The reminder of your actions felt a little bit haunting but he didn’t seem to think that way. He’s smiling. Pulling you in closer so that he can rest his forehead against yours.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss.” He whispered softly, fanning his breath. There’s a subtle lingering smell of mint and you smile to yourself imagining him stealing a bit of the Byers mouthwash.

“I just forced myself on you. It wasn’t right to kiss you like that.” You said honestly. “But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it was on the back of my mind.”

“Then how should you have kissed me?”

Moving your head back a bit, you look over at Steve’s face. Noting the smile is gone. Replaced with a look you feel you’ve seen before. It has you moving without thinking and you find your hands have crawled up from your lap to the front of his chest.

“I would have given you time to notice what I’m doing by moving my hands here.” One hand stayed on his chest while you slid up the other cup the back of his neck, allowing you to rake your fingers in the nape of his hair.

“And then?” He shuddered, enjoying the light grazing.

“I would have leaned in close,” you said, angling your head up like before. His nose brushed against yours as you kept your lips hovering over his. “Like this.”

“And t-then?”

“I’d ask you to kiss me.”

He ran his hands down to rest against your waist. The center console makes it a little hard for you two to get closer. But he’s still attempting to pull you in. “So ask it.” He requested. “Ask me now.”

“Kiss me?”

The words barely left your lips before he crashed his mouth against yours. The slight pressure of his force caused you to wince a bit, but you ignored it in favor of enjoying the taste of his lips.

It’s insane how despite having kissed him twice, it felt amazing and new every time. But this time comes with a different feeling. The first was Steve kissing you because you both were upset and he wanted to convince you that there was something there.

The second was you selfishly needing to give him a kiss for your own sake. To have him know that you did in fact feel something.

But now? Now it was filled with something you haven’t felt in a while; desire.

“Come here.” Steve said, pulling back for air. His voice was thick and hot, making you nod your head quickly while you watched him move back against his seat. He reached down the side of his chair to pull on the lever, making the back of the seat go down enough that you’re able to climb on top of him comfortably.

His hand rubbed up from the sides of your thighs until he was able to rest them on your hips. Squeezing lightly as you leaned down to press your lips against his. The position allowed the two of you to angle your faces better, careful not to press too much better in the bruises that adorned both your faces.

Cupping at his neck, you place kisses gently against his lips before trailing down his neck, giving small bites to the sensitive skin below his ear. This excited Steve, not only causing him to let out a moan, but to create enough excitement that you could feel a small bump in his groin forming.

“God,” he whispered, his hot breath hitting your ear. It made you shiver on top of him, and created a flush in your body that had you pull back to shed off your jacket. He looked up at you curiously before he grazed his hands up to go beneath your shirt, tickling the skin around your waist. “You’re beautiful.”

A new flush of heat goes over your face now and you bite down on your lip to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. He reached his hand up from your side to tug at your bottom lip with his thumb. Letting him graze over the skin with his pad before he cupped at the side of your neck, bringing your back down. Parting your lips, he grazed his tongue against yours before sliding inside.

Your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up a bit so that you’re able to scratch your nails against the waistband of his jeans. Without thinking, you quickly undo his belt, and then his pants. Both of your breaths have gotten heavier and you only have a second to catch it as you stopped right at the waist line of his boxers.

“We don’t have to do anything..” he said softly, gathering your hair together so he could get it away from your face. “We can just kiss or whatever feels good, baby.”

His comforting words do something to you and you go forward to roughly press your lips against his. Letting your hand stay in between the two of you and tugged down the front of his boxers. Exposing his hardened cock.

He groaned against your mouth, moving his hands now to snake inside your shirt, going under the wire of your bra so that he could cup at the round of your breast. The touch to the sensitive skin as you gasp against his lips.

Leaning back, you tug down his boxers even more, letting his cock spring out and fall against his stomach, looking red and swollen from the built up pressure. You swallow a bit, feeling the familiar dip of excitement go from your stomach to your core.

Steve looked up at you with a small smirk, amused by your sudden reaction before he reached out to your pants. Undoing the button slowly before he tugged down the zipper. “Come here, pretty girl.” he coaxed, tugging you to come back down.

The pet name has your head nearly spinning. You rise up a bit, pushing the rest of your pants down until you awkwardly get one leg free. It’s a weird look, but neither one of you cares as you laid a leg back over him. He reached down between you, rubbing a hand up from your bare leg until he reached the hemline of your underwear. Allowing only his finger tips to dip inside the edge before he glanced up at you. Silently asking for permission with a brow raised.

You nodded your head quickly, reaching a hand to grip onto his as you pushed it higher. The tip of his thumb barely brushed against your clit when you suddenly let out a moan. It’s been quite some time since you’ve last done this and you’re embarrassed to be so needy from just one touch.

Using the palm of his hand, he rubbed in a circular motion against your clit, earning another moan from you as the pleasure swept over your whole body. The car’s air is hot and musky, and it makes you feel even more light headed as Steve continues the circulation, wanting to reach you to your edge.

Placing your hand on top of his, you thrust upward a bit, using his hand to help get you in the direction of the right speed. “Don’t stop.” you pleaded, digging your nails into his arm. He switched down from his palm to his thumb, rubbing the pad quicker the more he noticed your moans were getting louder.

Your eyes snapped shut and you threw your head back as much as you could. Feeling the wave of an orgasm making its way up your body until you’re final there. Gasping some air as you freeze in place. Letting the climax wash over you. “Fuck!” you cried out, curling forward onto his chest. You can’t help but moan again when he continues rubbing your clit, playing with the sensitive bud.

“You make the prettiest sounds.” He murmured to you as he slowly pulled his hand away, rubbing a hand down your thigh.

Lifting yourself up a bit, you reached down between the two of you to grab hold of his cock, gripping the base a bit as you jerked him off for a second. His lips parted open, emitting a loud moan as he hung his head back against the seat. It would seem you weren’t the only one making pretty little moaning noises.

You give his cock a few more good strokes before leaning up a bit. Steve lifted his head up, looking down between you two before he pushed your underwear to the side, allowing you to push the head of his cock inside your pussy.

The sudden desire to have him fill you up causes you to go a little crazy, and despite his slight warning to his size, you continued to go down as far as you could, groaning at the sudden heat inside you. It has your brain going dizzy, but he’s quick to help relax you, pressing kisses along the side of your face and neck until you’re comfortable again.

“You’re so tight,” he gritted, hands down to your hips. He used a light pressure to thrust upward, fully bottoming out underneath you. “God, you’re so tight.”

For a second, you rest on top of him, allowing your heart rate to calm a bit before you look down at Steve. The way he’s looking at you reminds you of your dream the other day.

“Are you still with me?” he asked, softly, leaning up a bit to reach you.

“I’m with you.” you nodded. He smiled back at you and leaned forward to press his lips back against yours, moving his hands to your hips and helped create a bouncing friction. It made your thighs slap against his lap, battling with the slight slick noise that came from every thrust of his cock.

You let out a small cry, bouncing on top of him as he attempted to thrust up from his angle. The pressure inside you builds up again and from the way you could feel your pussy spasming, you know the grip around his cock is doing wonders for him.

The bounce has the car creaking a bit, making you extremely grateful for not only your long driveway away from the neighbors but also the fact that it was late into the night.

“Fuck, Baby. You’re taking me so good. So damn good.” he groaned, hands nearly bruising your hips as he used your bouncing to match his thrusts. “Taking all of me.”

Hearing these kinds of words from Steve is making you more turned on than you thought. Dropping your head against his forehead, you rolled your hips, trying to control your orgasm that’s dying to come again. “Fuck, Steve. I’m so close.” you whimpered, feeling his thrusts turn faster and more erratic.

“Me too, honey. Fuck, keep doing that.”

Wrapping an arm around his neck, you hold him close to your body, rolling faster to meet his thrusts. You feel him bite down on your shoulder, holding back himself before he moves one of his hands between you again to rub his thumb at your clit.

That’s all that was needed before your body tightened up again, rising up to the climax, and finally spreading the familiar feeling of ecstasy over you again. Steve was not long after, calling out your name in a chant as he continued to fuck upward, chasing his release until he was finished.

The car’s movement stopped and the only sounds left are the panting breaths of you and Steve as you both tried to calm down. Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down against the seat once more so that you can rest on top of him.

He gently reached down to help pull himself out of you, making you whimper at the sudden change of pressure. Rubbing his hand gently across your back, he shushed you soothingly, keeping you close to him.

Your face feels hot again, and this time it’s from the realization of what you’ve just done. You just slept with Steve Harrington and you feel good. Like genuinely good for once.

“I can’t believe we just did that..” you said softly, shyly looking up at him. The look on his face is unexpecting. Instead of the same feeling of sentiments as you, he’s suddenly solemn. Like he was just given sad news.

“Steve? Are you oka-”

“We shouldn’t have done this,” he interrupted.

“..What?”

He carefully sat up, pushing you a bit so that you could lean against the front wheel a little as he fixed the back of the chair up. “I shouldn’t have done this..especially to you.”

You think the world could hear the sound of your heart breaking apart. But you foolishly push that thought away. “I don’t..I don’t understand..you didn’t want this?” you said slowly. Trying to piece together what he meant.

Awkwardly, you climb off his lap to go back into your seat. Shoving your foot back into your pants and buttoning them up quickly. Steve stuffed himself back in his jeans, frowning down at his lap as he sighed to himself.

“I’m sorry. I’m just..I’m not good right now.”

You can’t help but feel the glare return on your face. All this time he felt different and he waited until after he was done fucking you to suddenly change his mind? “So you just use me-”

“I’m not using you. Please,” he pleaded looking at you. “God, this is so messed up. I promise..just..” His hand reached out to you, squeezing at yours before he let go to grip the wheel. “Tonight was a lot..I just..need to get home and..think.”

You’re silent for a second. The usual part of you, the angry girl who’s quick to put people down with venomous words wants to attack him. Make him feel as shitty as you do. But she can’t come out right now, not with how much your heart hurts. So instead of the fight, you take flight.

“Have fun with your thinking.” you croaked, grabbing your jacket. Steve called out to your name, attempting to reach over for you again but you quickly shot out of his car. You don’t even bother to close the door behind you as you rush inside your home.

The sound of a slam and the car starting came through the door. It’s then that you finally allow the tears to fall. Again, Steve Harrington has left you feeling things you wished you hadn’t. And unfortunately, you don’t think the shower calling you will help wash them away.

ONE MONTH LATER

It’s thankfully a good few weeks before you’re forced to run into him again. You had hidden up your scars and bruises from your Aunt, but not your broken heart. She comes through with her kindness, giving you a good few days at home to dwell in your feelings. But not long after your break from the world, you’re getting a phone call from an old friend.

And after a small word of convincing, you found yourself at the funeral for Barb.

Nancy appreciated the gesture from you, even if you didn’t know her friend very well. But you were mostly there for your own small atonement. You couldn’t deny that deep down, even a year later, that you wished you maybe tried just a little bit harder to convince the girl to leave. But you didn’t dwell on it, and instead, silently paid your respects behind the mourning loved ones.

Steve arrived just before the sermon, taking place just off the side. He kept his head low, looking down at the casket. A part of you thought to leave, but the other part remembered how he reacted to what Nancy had said. Blaming him for Barb’s death. He was here to pay his respects and he was alone. So, it wasn’t long before you had moved over and laced your hand with his. Ignoring the pain that you were feeling from the other night to just be there and mourn with him. He squeezed back quickly, a silent thank you.

But as soon as the final prayer was over, you were quick to part ways. Ignoring the look from his brown eyes as you followed behind Jonahtan and Nancy to his car. They’re kind enough not to ask right away why you’ve suddenly given Steve the cold shoulder and take you home.

It’s a little while after that you finally run into Steve once again.

“Allright,” you sighed, putting your Aunt’s car in park. “I’ll be sticking around for you. So don’t worry about having to call back home.”

You turned your head over to Max, watching as she tugged down the hem of her shirt once again while she glanced over at the school gym. Reaching over, you placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her direction back to you.

“What are you gonna do if one of the dorks actually plucks the courage to ask you for a dance?”

Max smirked a little, thinking it over. “I’m gonna tease them, watch them squirm..”

“And then?”

“And then I say yes.”

Grinning, you reached over and pulled her into a quick hug, rubbing her back gently before nodding your head to her. “Exactly. Though if my guess is right, the certain boy you have an eye on would follow you around all night. Dancing or not.”

A small hue of red flushed over Max’s cheeks and she pushed you affectionately before she unbuckled her seat belt. “Are you sure you wanna wait all night for me? I don’t want you to get bored.” she said, opening the door slowly.

“All night? Max, the dance ends at nine-thirty. Enjoy your long night of a solid two and a half hours.” She rolled her eyes, stepping out of the car before she looked back in. “I’ll be fine, Red. Go have some fun. Please.”

The girl nodded her head in approval before finally sending you off, letting you drive past a couple of parents, including Joyce and Hopper. The older man gave you a pointed look as you gave off an over friendly smile.

Putting your car into park, you reached for the familiar tweed Chanel jacket that Steve had given you. Feeling oddly in the mood to wear it. Stepping out of the car, you carefully climbed onto the hood of the car, careful not to bang it up as you stared up at the starry sky.

“You look a little underdressed for the dance.” Said a voice suddenly. You don’t have to look over to know who it was.

“I’m afraid I’m just the driver tonight. No chaperoning for me.”

Moving over, you listened out for the sound of Steve joining you on top of the car. Putting himself awfully close as he mimicked your position. A bit of his cologne flooded your senses and you tried to focus your breathing to keep your sanity.

There’s no real way to address what happened the other day, and you know you should be upset with him. And you are, to a point. But after everything that’s happened and all that you guys have gone through. You’re finding it hard in yourself to just go back to being harsh again.

“I tried calling..” he said eventually, breaking the silence first. “And I mean, really tried.” Looking over at him you find him frowning with his lips pursed. Like he’s struggling to pick the right words. “I had the phone in my hand, ready to dial. But every time I thought to call, I just couldn’t help but remember the look on your face.”

You bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to stare up again. That night did not go the way you had hoped. The memory brought a pain to your chest. “If you wanted to call to remind me how you feel, I’m glad you didn’t.” you scoffed, feeling your guard go up. It was too pathetic to feel this weak about anyone. Let alone let them know they made you feel this way.

“Don’t do that.” Steve sighed. “Don’t shut me out just yet. I’m sorry. I just- I just wanna explain myself better than how I did.”

“I get the picture pretty clear, Steve. You regret sleeping with me and don’t want to do anything with me because you still love Nancy.” You turn over quickly, carefully sliding off the car so that you can get away from being so close to him. The cold air sent a chill up your spine. “I won’t tell anyone about us.”

Steve let out a groan, covering his face with his hands before he followed you off the car. “That’s the thing. I don’t regret it. None of it. Not the sex, not the kiss, not the day, not even the night before. I wanted all of that.” He reached out to pick up your chin, making you look him in the eye. “My only regret is that I didn’t give us a good time to recover from the other shit we just went through. Well, that and also hurting you again.”

You can’t help but frown, confused once again. “But you said we shouldn’t have..that you shouldn’t have done it..how am I supposed to take that?”

“Take it as me being a big idiot?” he chuckled, moving his hand down a bit to cup at your cheek. “I’m so sorry, trouble. I hurt you again and I can’t beat myself enough for that.” Sighing, he dropped his head a bit, keeping his gaze on you. “And I know you should hate me, but I’m selfish with you and can’t let you go again. I’m just-..I’m just a guy who doesn’t know what girl would truly like him, let alone a girl like you.”

“But I do like you..”

“I know.” Smiling sadly, he rubbed his thumb at the apple of your cheek, making you rub into his palm. “I like you too. But maybe we don’t really know. Maybe we both need some time before we figure out all that?”

“Time?” you asked softly, looking at him worriedly. Was he wanting time to figure out if he liked you? Or waiting to see if you’d change your mind?

Sensing your inner dilemma, Steve leaned forward to place a kiss against your forehead. “I can hear you overthinking. I just want you to have time to figure out if what you feel is real, or just the heat of the moment.”

The soft sounds of Every Breath You Take by The Police seeped through the gymnasium. Reminding you of where you two were currently discussing what felt like the world’s biggest problem right now.

“Do you need time?”

He leaned back, looking down at you with a sad smile before he shook his head. “No. But I probably should take some time too.” Carefully, he moved the two of you around so that he could wrap your hands around his neck, allowing him to place his hands on your hips. Slowly, he swayed the two of you to match the music.

You moved to rest your head against his chest, feeling the sounds of his heartbeat through his sweater. It was quick and even, making you smile a bit to yourself. “So what happens now?” you whispered.

He mused the question to himself, letting the music be the only noise for a second. “Friends,” he said finally. “I’d like us to be friends finally. If you can forgive me and my shitty timing.”Something so innocent as friendship seemed like too simple of a request. But you’d be lying if it didn’t make your chest lighten up from the aching feeling.

The two of you continue to sway to the music quietly. Allowing for you to dive into the thought process of what you wanted to do. Would being friends work out with Steve? What if he was right in things having only been because of the heat of the moment? Did you want to look at Steve differently after this? Or would this jump into friendship be the actual thing you two needed?

As the song slowly came to an end, you pulled yourself back a bit, still wrapped around Steve but enough so that you’re still able to look up at him. You were starting to think it was going to be a common thing to see his looks underneath the moonlight.

“Okay, let’s try friends.”

A small smile tugged at his lips and before he could control himself, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. For a moment you reveled in the taste of his lips before you both suddenly remembered what you just agreed on being. Pulling back to shyly look at each other.

“Sorry.” Steve muttered, his face was pink and glowing. You could only imagine how flushed you must have looked from the kiss. But instead of focusing on that, Steve gently reached over and pushed your head to rest against his chest again.

“Let’s just keep dancing.” you suggested.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, wrapping his arms tighter around you now. Nodding your head, you happily close your eyes and sway to the music. Keeping your smile hidden away from Steve’s gaze.

“Just keep dancing..”

a/n: AND THAT ENDS SEASON TWO. I know a lot of you might have been hoping these two would have gotten together. And after their little devil’s tango, I wanted to as well. (Also excuse my bad smut, I rarely write it but want to try and get back into it.)

But realistically, I want to follow canon as close as I can before i change things. And the end of season two, especially that night, i feel steve would be kinda messed up mentally. he’s heart broken on top of feeling something with trouble. I assure you though, they will find their way. Maybe during the ✨summer✨

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrignton x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfic #smut #angst #dywmb

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A Lesson in Call and Response

Title: A Lesson in Call and Response

Pairing: Steddie (Steve x Eddie ) x reader / Steve x reader x Eddie

Word count: 2.4k oh damn

Summary: You and Steve have been together forever and when you both end up doing a once over of the dark haired guitarist you consider... maybe you'll just give it a shot and see what shakes out. No spoilers at all!! Basically just PWP!!!!

Warnings: a lot of smut, unprotected sex (its not cool to get STDs so wrap y'all ween), dirty talk, breeding, rough sex, slapping/impact play, oral (male receiving), voyeurism/watching/being watched play, slight dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation, implied consent (sorry im shit at the build up before the touching), a teeny piece of aftercare

[A/N]: Oh... oh hi.. well I'm back and i'm still a whore so i can't say much has changed lmao but as per my bestie @o-holynight ((who has stuck w me all this gd time i love u bitch thank u sm 🥺)) who told me this was good and to keep writing and then post this.... 'ere she is! Pls lmk ur thots and i hope u enjoy :) also i do have some older stuff on my masterlist but i am maybe gonna lean back into my roots which was writing primarily smut lmao with a tiny bit of fluff

It starts out mostly soft, stumbling into Eddie's trailer lead by the hand and a smirk while Steve is just absently kissing your neck. The door shuts and Eddie turns and you're enveloped in Steve but facing Eddie who just watches as Steve sucks a dark hickey onto your throat. You exhale and your eyes flutter and close but–

"Nuh uh sweetheart." Eddie's hand is gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. "Eyes open, m'kay?" He steps a little closer and takes advantage of the timing as Steve's head also tilts up to look at him heatedly over your shoulder. His hands smooth down your sides and you feel your stomach clench as he starts tugging at the button and zipper of your pants. "And what about you Harrington? What do you want out of this?"

Suddenly, Steve is like a deer in headlights until Eddie releases your chin and steps in so close you're literally sandwiched between the two of them, Steve's hands pausing as Eddie presses a heavy kiss onto Steve's lips.

Fuck. You're feeling so much it's almost too much. At the same time, it’s not enough. You can feel Steve hard against your ass and his fingers dancing along the top edge of your underwear, you can feel Eddie pressing into your front and all you want is to wrap your legs around his waist and get some fucking friction when you’re interrupted.

"Wanna watch you fuck her." Steve says suddenly, his voice deep but desperate and you almost don’t even register the 'oh fuck' coming out of your mouth until Eddie grins again. You already have your hands under his denim vest, tugging at the excess fabric of his Hellfire shirt trying to pull him closer when his eyes flick down to you and back up to Steve.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, and just from his voice you know the idea has stuck in his mind.

"Yeah, I-I wanna watch her cum on you. I want you to fuck her," Steve's words get more clear as he talks, more sure as Eddie's borderline sadistic smile grows. Now they're both reaching for articles of clothing to pull off. As if a light goes off in your heads simultaneously, you're all back to pressing as close together as you can get, pulling hair and zippers and holding onto each other for stability.

Eddie starts kissing you urgently, his hands working in tandem with Steve's to drop your jeans and then Eddie's before he's pulling you to sit on top of him on the sofa. Neither of you hesitate to start grinding your hips together, chasing the right position where you can finally feel him pressing up against your panties and he can feel just how warm and ready you are for his cock.

Steve is groaning just as loud as you are while you're kissing down Eddie's neck and chest. And Eddie is watching intently. Steve's chest heaves and he's palming himself through his jeans watching the two of you, making Eddie's stomach lurch, and then his pretty eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings while you're urgently shoving your hands under his shirt trying to kiss every exposed inch of skin.

"Eyes on me, Harrington." Eddie's voice is sharp and commanding, not wanting him to miss a second of the action.

Steve doesn't even think before his eyes snap wide open and just about whines while Eddie laughs. Then he's pulling you back to his face for one more kiss before he's turning you around in his lap to face Steve while he gets ready to take care of you.

You're squirming in his lap already and he lightly slaps your thigh, pulling another whine out of your chest. All three of you moan in unison as he pulls your damp underwear to the side to expose how soaking wet and needy for both of them you are. His eyes flick up to watch Steve as he teases two fingers around your slick, already so sensitive you're squirming and begging but Eddie continues. Whimpers of 'please' and other unintelligent sounds tumble out of your mouth while Eddie lifts either of your knees to the outside of his.

"Whaddya think?" Steve can't even think. "She ready for me, Steve?" Eddie continues with that stupid smirk and Steve is red from under the collar of his shirt to the tips of his ears but he finds himself nodding enthusiastically. Anyone could see the way you're dripping for them, for him, for Eddie.

"Shit...yeah, she's so wet," Steve bites his lip and smiles at Eddie back, "She's begging for it huh?"

Eddie chuckles darkly and lightly slaps the outside of your pussy, watching you jump against his chest before he's reaching back and pulling his cock out. You whine again, hands reaching back into his hair as he starts stroking it, sliding it against your core while your hips rock forward desperately. Eddie's busy biting and kissing your neck, watching Steve watch the both of you. Watching him fuck his girlfriend and moaning like a whore.

"Just…take it slow at first," Steve piped up, his eyes locked on where the two of you met. "She gets used to it quick but she needs it slowly first," he adds almost to himself as you feel Eddie slowly sliding home.

"Like this?"

A chorus of moans preludes the sickeningly sweet way you can feel Eddie against your front wall, not even moving just the pressure and weight of him inside– fuck. His hand slides back down your thigh, holding your knee up just right and you can see that look in Steve's eyes as Eddie bucks into you roughly and you can't help but cry out.

"Touch her clit," Steve moaned, back thumping against the opposite wall of Eddie's trailer while his fingers worked nervously on his belt buckle as the pressure in his jeans was becoming too much to ignore.

Your head drops back against Eddie's shoulder as his fingers come down in another flat slap against your already sensitive clit, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. "Eddie, oh god," you moan reflexively. Finally his fingers slowly explore your wetness while his hips begin pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.

"Mmm she's so responsive Steve, why didn't you say so?"

You can't even lift your head to witness the panicked way Steve grips the base of his cock to keep from cumming watching you... and Eddie. Fuck, the way Eddie smirks and his pupils are blown just as wide as yours while he fucked you. And you... you were heaving in deep breaths, your hips twitching and humping back as best you could onto Eddie's lap, your hands tangled in Eddie's hair and grasping at your nipples. Steve had barely touched his dick and he already had to stop himself from losing it just from the way Eddie looked at him, it was pathetic. And Eddie grinned wider.

"Come 'ere big boy."

Steve took awkward steps forward, his jeans still bunched around his knees and yet he didn't dare move his hand as Eddie kissed and suckled at your neck and jaw.

"Come on princess, don't you wanna taste your boyfriend? Don't you wanna make him feel good?"

Steve groaned aloud as his stomach clenched and his balls tightened. Your head lolled forward in the way you only did when you were completely fucked out and sex driven, your pupils engorged your irises, and without hesitation your hands reached out to pull Steve down to kiss you desperately. He moaned into your mouth, his hand finally releasing himself only to reach down to rub your clit while Eddie fucked you. You whined back into Steve's mouth and he jumped when your dainty fingers wrapped around his member. Neither of you could focus on kissing anymore, just moaning and breathing together, foreheads sweaty as you pleased each other and listened to Eddie's encouragement.

"Shit, just like that sweetheart- spit on your hand now, that's it... how's it feel, Steve?"

Steve moaned back, nearly losing his balance and dropping his free hand onto the arm of the sofa, "S-so fucking good, so good to me baby."

Eddie's free hand started gathering up your hair, wrapping around his fist, lightly tugging and maneuvering your head to test his grip and control. "Why don't you suck Stevie off princess? Give him some relief," Eddie chuckled, gently pushing your head forward and bumping into Steve's abdomen. Your eyes fluttered up for just a second to catch the needy, glassy eyed expression Steve had watching as Eddie begin to fuck him with your mouth.

"Oh god-" Steve's eyes slammed shut as his hands flew up to the sides of his head, feeling how warm and wet and soft your mouth was, your tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock, taking him all the way down until you gagged.

"Hold it together, Harrington," Eddie warned, lightly bobbing your head on Steve's cock while he continued to fuck you slowly, "Not just yet." You gagged out another moan on Steve's cock, feeling Eddie start to pull out slowly and slam his hips back into you over and over.

"Oh fuck," Steve's voice sounded wrecked, a borderline sob as he dropped his arms, trying to stop himself and follow Eddie's order. Steve's eyes opened only briefly to see Eddie's muscled forearm reach out and feel the grip of his hand around his wrist accusingly. "Are you going to cum?"

And with that single question, it was already too late for Steve by the time Eddie's arrogant smirking lips could rasp out the first syllable.

Steve's free hand tangled with Eddie's in your hair, briefly fucking your face as he came down your throat before pulling away and stumbling back against the trailer wall again. You swallowed diligently and moaned, already close as Eddie pulled your hair to sit you back against him while his hips started pistoning up into you rapidly.

"Goddammit Steve," Eddie moaned, his eyebrows drawn together. He slapped your clit again roughly, his free hand holding your hips in place so he didn't slip out. "For the record - oh fuck - this wasn't the plan."

"Shit- Eddie, oh fuck I'm gonna cum," you warn, your voice high and your eyes hooded as you glanced over at Steve still watching you. "Fuck, can I cum please please let me cum?" you beg to no one in particular. Eddie can feel you pulsing around him–can feel the mismatched way your hips were meeting his and he knows you're close.

Steve's eyes jump to Eddie's. They both knew.

Steve could swear to god in that moment, if he hadn't just spent every drop he had down your throat he'd have emptied whatever was left with the single look Eddie gives him. It's dark and menacing and makes Steve's heart pound in a nervous way he hadn't anticipated when he'd brought this up to you.

And then you're cumming, sobbing with your head pressed back into Eddie's neck and your back arching so hard and muscles clenched so tight he slips out of you as he's filling you with his cum. And Steve can't even begin to describe the broken moan that exits him as he watches Eddie cum all over your swollen cunt and thighs. You clench around nothing and Eddie gives your leg a gentle slap of approval as his still warm cum drips out of you and back onto his cock.

All three of you are panting and sweaty, eyes darting around at miscellaneous body parts just remembering how to breathe again. Steve finally looks back up at Eddie to see the scowl still on his face as he gently lifts you out of his lap and stands. Steve's back drops against the wall for the third time as Eddie takes an aggressive step towards him, moaning out a yelp when suddenly Eddie's fingers wrap around Steve's semi soft cock.

"So, what? You just decided not to listen? You don't have ears? You're stupid?" He accused, breath fanning over Steve's sweaty forehead while he tried to form a response.

He could feel the blood draining from his cock, willing it back to his groin but he only felt embarrassed as he grew more sensitive in Eddie's grip, his rings pressing into his shaft.

You watched as Eddie ignored Steve's open mouth, leaning his head into the crook of Steve's neck and sucking a dark mark into the soft skin there as Steve whimpered.

"I have such plans for you, Steve, so many ideas…" Eddie mumbled against his shoulder, lips brushing by his ear as he started to slowly tug Steve's cock, making him let out a choked sob.

He couldn't decide if it was too much yet, lightning bolts from his oversensitive nerves still had his hips chasing the stimulation but with every sense of friction tears brewed in his eyes.

"But you didn't listen, so-" and Steve is crying out as Eddie's free hand pulls his head back by his hair, turning him to show you. And Steve is wrecked–Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with every nervous swallow and moan, chest heaving with Eddie's hand wrapped around his soft cock. "He sounds almost as pretty as you, princess," Eddie remarked, biting at Steve's throat lightly. He let go for just a second to lick a strip up his palm before grasping at his cock again and just the thought had Steve jerking lightly and bringing his hands up to Eddie's shoulders.

"N-no no more, oh god," and suddenly Steve was crying.

You and Eddie both moved at the same time, you sitting up on the sofa, eyebrows scrunched in concern as Eddie helped Steve kneel and then sit on the floor.

"Hey, shit I’m sorry Steve. Hey, its okay, you're okay yeah? You’re alright, next time you can be good for me, huh? Hey, its alright," Eddie immediately began soothing, brushing back Steve's sweaty hair while you knelt and lightly kissed his shoulders and back until he started breathing evenly. Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and made him look him in the eye, "hey, there's always next time right?" he remarked with a trademark grin, nosing at his jaw until Steve laughed and pushed him off.

"Next time."

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luveline · 1 year

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extremely random thought for shy friday: r works up the courage and bakes steve some kind of baked good. little do they know it’s with the one ingredient steve absolutely HATES (idk man like grapes or something) and he feels bad so he doesn’t tell them and eats it until dustin or someone walks in and is like 🤨🤨🤨 ur eating that???

thank you for your request! steve x shy!reader

Steve knows that while you may not seem nervous on the surface, you're a shy girl. You're always overthinking things, always watching people out of the corner of your eye so you can respond to their behaviour. You minimise yourself.

It's why he can't tell you he doesn't like raisins. You've made him something, expressed your creativity, your passion, and your feelings (he thinks) through baked goods. Steve's sure your German apple strudel would be delicious if he could stand raisins. He does a great approximation of a smile as he eats one.

"You like it?" you ask hopefully.

"Who doesn't?" he asks, clumsily avoiding the question. "Everybody likes strudel. Thanks, Germany."

Your smile cleaves him open. It's a mixture of incredible sweetness in line with your proferred treats, a hint of bashfulness he adores, and your usual go-to grin. It's familiar and new at once, and Steve wants to take a photo.

"I promised some to your friend," you say, closing the lid of the tuppperware you'd brought with you, "but what he doesn't take you can have. I kind of made them for you, anyways."

Steve melts. He's cool and sophisticated, obviously, but his stomach goes molten at the idea that someone would care about him enough to make him food from scratch without his having to ask, and that someone being you makes it all the more warming. He feels like jelly.

He's slow on the upkeep, and doesn't know who you mean until Dustin and co. are peddling up to the bench you're sitting at full pelt. Steve curses under his breath as they come to a slow, and Dustin's eyes hone in on your box.

"You have the goods?" he asks, like this is some box office drug deal, and not like he's interrupting your almost-date.

You shake your box gently. Lucas and Will share an enthusiastic, "Nice!"

Mike, less prone to distractions that aren't his girlfriend, nods at Steve's hand. He's frowning. "What are you doing?"

Four sets of eyes move between Mike's stare and Steve's hand like spectators at a tennis match. Steve can't tell him to cut it out while you're looking, so he polishes off the apple strudel, feels sick at the wrinkly, gelatinous texture of the raisins as they go down, and glares at the kids full force. "What, you're so greedy you need them all?"

"You don't like raisins," Mike says.

Dustin blinks at him. "You actually ate one of those?" He shifts on his bike, foot on the ground so he doesn't fall. "You said raisins are the evil cousin of a chocolate chip."

Steve doesn't know what's worse, the embarrassment of being caught red-handed or your tiny pout.

"Sorry," he says to you quickly, uncool, so uncool, "I mean. No, I don't like raisins. But they were still good!"

You're expressionless despite his insistence. "It's okay," you say, and there, a twitch to your brow he actually understands for once. You're amused.

You dole sweet treats out to the boys and they bike off calling thank yous and giggling like idiots at the mess they've made, no doubt. You smile down into your almost empty box, one remaining strudel with nowhere to go.

"Steve," you murmur, sounding pleased, "why didn't you say something?"

He hooks his elbow over the back of the bench. "And tell you to your face I don't like what you made for me? I know I fell off the wagon, but I'm not hopeless. You don't do that to girls."

"Well. Next time, you should. Is there anything else you don't, uh, don't like?" Steve can't hide his surprise. You drop your gaze to your lap. "You know, so I can make you something else?"

"You want to?"

You rub your thumb against the opposite index finger. You can't meet his eyes, but Steve knows you're alright.

"Yeah, I'd love to make you something you'll actually enjoy. Was kinda the whole point."

Steve places his hands between yours where they worry in your lap, dipping his head to the side hoping it'll encourage you to look up. You do, and he can practically see the heat emanating from your face, even if there's no evidence of blush.

"Anything you make I'll like."

"So long as it doesn't have raisins," you say.

He squeezes your hand gently. "Exactly. And maybe not too much cinnamon. It makes me think about my great grandma's house. Which wouldn't matter, but she totally died choking on a snickerdoodle."

You laugh, and you clamp your free hand over your mouth.

"That's terrible," you say between your fingers.

He elbows you gently. "You laughed. Makes you the terrible one." He thinks about your offer, and how sweet you are, and how horribly he fucked it up by pretending to like something he didn't. "Thank you. For the thought."

You take your hand from your cheek and place it over his. It's practically aflame it's so hot, and your lips are worse when you dot forward to kiss him. You were likely aiming for his cheek, but he turned a little and it ended up a centimetre from his closed mouth.

You sit back sharply.

"You're welcome," you say, eyes widened.

"Thanks," he says again. He clears his throat.

He pretends not to notice how flustered you are from your almost kiss. Maybe he should poke a little fun at you, call you forward or eager or in a rush, but he doesn't.

He'd be a hypocrite to make fun of you, because Steve's flustered too. Your lips are the sweetest treat you could give.

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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waiting for a girl like you

summary: the backseat of steve's car turns into your favorite place

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: protected sex, fingering, sweaty steve harrington (that's a warning), just a lot of feels tbh

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Steam was already coating the windows, and the air inside the car was thick with sweat and sex. Well, close enough to sex.

There were still too many layers between you, too much of a barrier to get to what you so desperately wanted. Needed.

“Steve,” you moaned as his grip on your hips tightened, rolling your core down against the rough material of his jeans.

His hands drifted down, pulling your skirt up and grabbing your ass, kneading the cheeks lightly as he kissed down your neck.

“Fuck, so good baby.” You could barely hear his whispered words over Foreigner playing on the radio. “Been waiting for this.”

You and Steve had been dating for almost 6 months, and every time you got close to finally having sex, something interrupted you - whether it be the literal end of the world or Dustin showing up unannounced (which was arguably worse when your shirt was off and your hand was down Steve’s pants.)

“Pants off, Harrington. we’re doing this.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. Sure, the backseat of his BMW wasn’t the most ideal place for you to have sex with him for the first time, but you’d take whatever you could get at this point.

The boy was beautiful and you were smitten for him.

He arched his hips up into you, trying to pull his jeans down, and your head bumped the roof of the car.

“Ouch.” You pinched him in retaliation, and he pouted as if he were the one with a possible concussion. “Take it easy.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He placed his hand at the nape of your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. “Forgive me?”

He was so goddamn cute, you couldn’t help but laugh, kissing him again, this time deepening it at the feel of his boxers against you instead of denim.

“Condom?” you asked, and Steve's eyes widened for a moment, before a look of relief washed over his face.

“Center console.” he squinted. “I think.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your body around to dig through the console. Sure enough, you pulled out several condoms.

“You having a lot of sex, King Steve?”

His face turned blood red, and you reveled in the achievement of causing the Steve Harrington to blush - as if the Steve Harrington wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Uh, no,” was his reply, and you laughed again. Sure, he had been getting cosmically cockblocked for a few months, but there was no way he wasn’t getting laid every weekend before you came around.

You raised your hips as much as you could without hitting the roof - again - so Steve could slide his boxers off, then let him pull your shirt from your body. His eyes widened at the sight of you with no bra on, as if he had never seen it before. You laughed at the entranced look on his face as you tore the foil packet open.

Once you rolled the condom down his length, he held your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, giving him a peck on the nose. “Are you?”

“Of course.” His words were low, wanting.

Finally, he reached between your legs and pulled your panties to the side, dipping his fingers through your folds. No amount of waiting could prepare you for the feeling of him touching you where you needed him the most.

“So wet, baby.” He pushed one finger in experimentally, then a second at the sound of your moan, and a third at the sight of your eyes rolling back. “Can’t wait anymore.”

��Then don’t,” you whispered in his ear before you repositioned yourself and sank down in his lap.

The sound of your combined moans could have rattled the car windows. The feeling of him inside you after waiting so long was indescribable. You settled for a moment, hips resting in his lap, just taking in the fullness of him.

“God,” he moaned, leaning forward to lightly nip at your mouth, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip. When you squeezed around him, he bit down hard enough you thought he may have drawn blood. “Are you okay?”

“More than.”

You ground your hips into his, making him squeeze his eyes closed tight. His hands found his way to your ass, gripping your cheeks tight, then he thrust up into you.

Both shock and pleasure caused you to lurch forward, and your hands grazed the glass of the back windshield, leaving messy handprints in the steam. You brought them back, intertwining your hands through Steve’s hair as he fucked up into you.

It felt like you were just along for the ride - lost in the pleasure he was giving you. With your hands still in his hair, you buried your face into his neck, unprepared for how deep he was.

“Is that good, baby?” You moaned as one of his hands snuck between your bodies, rubbing circles into your clit until you were squeezing desperately around him.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” Your voice came out pitiful and needy, stars exploding behind your eyes as you squeezed them tight.

The feeling of you contracting around him pushed Steve over his own edge, and his hips stuttered to sloppy thrusts until you were both panting, sweaty bodies pressed together.

His forehead rested against yours, giving you small pecks until you caught your breath.

“That was so much better than I thought it would be.” He sounded amazed.

“I’m sure it’s not very different from all the other times you’ve had sex, Stevie, but thanks for the compliment.” Your laugh was as light as air, the post orgasmic bliss rolling through your body.

“There were no other times, baby.” You pulled away in shock, hands holding his face and inspecting for any sign of dishonesty. “You were my first.”

“No fucking way.” You were in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew ‘King Steve’,” he raised his hands to make quotation marks, “was a virgin.”

“Oh honey,” you said gently, running your fingers through his thick hair. “You didn’t have to keep that from me. I’d love you no matter what.”

The two of you froze as you realized what you had just said. Even though you’d known it from the first time you saw him put his life on the line to protect one of the kids, you had never said it, fearing it would be too soon.

“You love me?” He whispered, and you nodded - not sure whether or not to be scared of his reaction.

“Thank god.” A smile split across his face as he said it. “I’ve been wanting to tell you since the day you came into the video store.”

The two of you pressed forward into a kiss filled with love and tenderness - the first of many, you hoped.

“There’s one more thing,” you teased.

“What’s that?”

“We definitely have to do this in a bed next time.”

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dr0wning-in-hell · 7 months

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First Times a Charm- Steve Harrington

Summary: Y/N and Steve had been together for quite some time now, their one year anniversary coming up soon on their calendars. The ++farthest they’ve gone is a heated make-out session, but today Y/N wants to take this farther.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, virign!reader, penetrative sex, teasing, fingering, oral, maybe a slight innocent!reader?, handjobs,

Pairing/Characters: Virigin!Reader x Steve Harrington

Prompt: kinktober prompt list #1- First Time

A/N: this was literally supposed to be written and published last kinktober but it never happened lmao, so enjoy it now.

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Was this really a good idea? You only lose your virginity once, shouldn’t she be more worried about it than she is? Maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through her veins, but either way it’s too late to turn back now.

Y/N had gotten dressed up in a cute little outfit she had planning all day. She pulled at the bottom of the skirt as she rang Steve’s doorbell, anxiously awaiting him to answer the door. Just as she was about to turn and bolt back to her car, Steve emerged on the other side with a smile gracing his face.

“Hey, glad you could come over tonight.” Steve said as he stepped to the side to let his girlfriend in. His eyes wondered her body, taking in every inch of what he could see. He wouldn’t admit it to a single soul, but he dreamed of what his girlfriend looked like underneath all her cute outfits. What color her matching panties and bra were, if she had any hidden tattoos or piercings, the thoughts were truly endless.

Y/N walked in sheepishly, blushing as she walked past him and into the entry way to take off her shoes. Even though she had been over to his place thousands of times it still racked her nerves every time she stepped through the doorway. The couple walked to the lounging room where the TV was set up with one of the newer movies that just came into Family Video. He had her favorite snacks and drinks splayed out on the table, it was perfect- and innocent. Steve was clueless too the things that Y/N had planned for the night and she was just hoping that he’d want to go through with them.

“Are you okay, babe? You seem even more nervous than usual.” Steve pointed out as he sat down on the couch and pulled her down next to him. She nodded slowly which didn’t at all convince Steve that she was okay, but he didn’t want to push it too much.

Y/N adjusted herself on the couch and leaned into Steve’s side, trying to calm her breathing down a little bit. She was extremely nervous, she had no idea how she was going to start everything, but it had to start eventually. Steve started the movie and the two began to relax as the starting credits rolled on.

It was fine in the beginning, the two were cuddling, making comments about the movie, but then came the unannounced sex scene. Y/N felt her boyfriend shift a little next to her, causing her to catch his eyes in an awkward glance. He cleared his throat and looked back to the screen in hopes of lightening the sexual tension, but to no avail. Y/N was still staring at him, her eyes just barely glancing at the screen to see the way the man was ravishing his lover’s body.

She wanted that.

No. She needed that.

Steve turned his head as he felt her eyes burning into the side of his face. When he went to ask her what was wrong, he was cut off by Y/N connecting their lips in a very needy kiss. Steve wasn’t complaining, though he was caught off guard, he liked seeing his girlfriend like this. As he pressed himself back against her lips, Y/N took the opportunity to move herself onto his lap, her legs on either side of his own. Ever so carefully did she lower her ass against her crotch, immediately feeling his growing bulge in his pants.

There was a small grunt against her lips, the sound coming from the boy underneath her. She pulled away, worried she did something wrong. “Are you okay?” She asked softly, slightly panting as she tried to regain her breathe.

Steve nodded a bit, his hands falling to her hips, the pads of his fingers feeling a bit of the soft flesh that was exposed under her shirt. “Mhm,” he hummed, smiling a bit, “I just- what’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining, I’m just curious.”

Y/N couldn’t help but blush as she glanced down to try and ignore his gaze. “I- uhm, I just- I think I’m ready to have sex now.” She stuttered out the sentence in bits and pieces but eventually got the words out of her mouth. She watched Steve’s eyes widen a bit as she said this.

“Are you sure? You’re positive?” He sat up a bit now, his bulge now pressed firmly against her clothed cunt. Holding back a small moan, she nodded her head. Steve wasted no time in moving her off of him and dragging her upstairs to his room. Once he had her pulled into the room and the door was shut he had her pinned against the wood, his lips crashing back down onto her plump lips.

The kiss was heated and passionate, both of them putting all their emotions into it. In the midst of the kiss Y/N reached down and pulled off Steve’s shirt, her fingers grazing the now exposed skin. Steve’s skin rippled under her touch, a small groan escaping his lips as he felt the small touches. After a moment of catching their breathe, Y/N reached down and began to pull her own shirt off and tossed it along side her boyfriend’s.

Steve’s eyes were directly glued to her chest as he watched her breasts move with every breathe she took. Y/N wanted to shy away out of instinct but Steve held her hands in his, pulling her ever so close so that their chests were touching.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled, his forehead pressed against hers as he started to move them back towards the bed. As they moved he took this time to skillfully remove her bra, one hand hooking around her back to pull the clasps apart and discard of the piece. When he looked down at her chest once more he was surprised to see a tattoo in the middle of her chest, sitting perfectly between her tits. He reached up silently as he dragged a finger across the piece of art, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him. “This is hot as fuck, when did you get this done?” He looked up at his girlfriend, only to see her looking away bashfully.

“I- um, remember my friend Joe? She said it’d look hot and that you’d like because her boyfriend loves hers, so she did my tattoo at her studio.” Y/N babbled about the tattoo out of nervousness, but once she finally looked up and locked eyes with Steve, all that nervous tension in her body seemed to fly away.

Steve only hummed as he began leaving a trail of kisses from her neck, down her naval, then her stomach, and along her hips until he was eye level with where she was wanting to feel him the most. Her breathe had picked up a bit, her teeth digging into her lip as she awaited his next move. “May I?” Y/N’s head moved faster than her mouth as her let out a squeak of a ‘yes’ and watched her boyfriend gently pull down her skirt, now leaving her only in her panties.

Y/N was wearing a light pink, laced panty that hugged her perfectly that had Steve palming himself over his pants that he hadn’t even thought about taking off yet. Steve stood up abruptly and began to shake his pants off in a rush, nearly tripping over his own feet as he kicked the jeans to the side. Y/N laughed softly at her boyfriends actions, but was quickly interrupted as he laid her back onto the bed, her hips and below laying off the bed.

“Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.” He went back down to her aching cunt and watched as a damp spot appeared before his eyes. He chuckled as he realized how turned on his lover was, and he couldn’t wait to see what else he could pull out of her. “Gotta prep you first, okay? Don’t want you to hurt.” Y/N nodded and watched as he moved his thumb over her covered clit, pressing down lightly on it at first to see what reaction he’d get out of her.

Y/N’s body jolted forward, hips involuntarily bucking upwards at the sensation Steve had just created. He smirked, clearly pleased with what just happened. He continued rubbing small circled against her clit, pressing down harshly every once in a while. Y/N let out a small whimper, eyes squeezing shut at this new feeling.

“Never been touched like this, have you?” Steve asked curiously. Y/N nodded, her eyes never meeting his. “Use your words baby, can’t have you just nodding all night long, I wanna hear your pretty voice.”

“I- I’ve never been touched like this before.” She choked out, embarrassment flooding her body.

“Not even on your own?” Steve wondered aloud as he watched the damp spot on the front of her panties grow.

Shaking her head she huffed out, “No, never. Didn’t know what I was doing.” Hearing her say these words out loud just made her cheeks flush.

Steve smirked up at his girlfriend as he slowly dragged her adorable pink panties down her legs. “Guess I’ll have to teach you then, won’t I?” Steve didn’t wait for an answer, he just dove right into the drenched cunt in front of him. Y/N let out a loud gasp, her hands flying to tangle themselves in Steve’s curls. Now this was a whole new sensation, one she was surprised to be enjoying. When Y/N looked down to watch Steve run his tongue along her slit and then latch itself onto her swollen clit, she was not expecting to be locking eyes with him and never letting go.

His tongue moved softly yet quickly against her pussy, her juices flowing down his chin as he tried to bury himself deeper into her core. He watched with amusement as Y/N began to lose herself in the pleasure, letting him do whatever he pleased to her aching cunt. Thinking that she had enough teasing, the boy moved his index finger to the opening of his girlfriends sopping hole, watching as it opened and closed around absolutely nothing. Ever so slowly did he begin to push his index fingers past her velvety walls, relishing in the feeling of her just sucking him in so easily. It made his mind wonder to what she was going to feel like around his cock.

Y/N whined, her hips rotating on their own as she tried to gain any sort of friction. “Stevie, please,” Her voice was soft as she panted for him, “ I need more.” Hearing her beg for him to continue was enough for him to begin pumping his index finger steadily into her pussy. the squelching noises only becoming louder as she grew even more wet. After a few minutes of getting her used to one finger, Steve added his middle finger to the mix and began to curl his fingers against her sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck,” The whimper left her lips so softly yet it sounded so lewd, so sinful. “Feels- feels so good, Stevie.” Y/N’s eyes were glossed over, tears of pleasure threatening to spill out any second. Her walls clamped down around Steve’s fingers as he tried to retract them, chuckling at how her greedy cunt just kept sucking him back in. “I feel... weird.” Y/N said warningly.

Steve looked up at his girl and instantly knew what she meant. She must’ve been super inexperienced or just down right unknowledgeable on all of this. “It’s okay baby, that just means you’re gonna cum soon. Don’t hold back, just let it happen.” Steve encouraged her as he continue on with his actions, making sure to really press against that soft, spongey spot inside her to get her to orgasm even faster.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the scream of pleasure that came out of her as she came, her legs clamping around Steve’s hand and successfully keeping him there as she ground down on his digits, riding out her high on her own terms. She whimpered as the feeling came to an end, her hips spasming just a bit as she slowly relaxed back into the bed.

Steve was in awe of what just happened. He just gave his girlfriend her first orgasm, probably ever. He did that to her, and it was a sight only he will ever get to witness. As he carefully pulled his fingers from her sore hole, his mouth fell agape as he looked at just how much cum came out of her. It’s more than he had ever seen any girl release as it totally coated his fingers.

“Fuck, baby.” He looked up at the girl in front of him, a smile of pride gliding across his face. “You came so much just from my fingers alone, I can’t wait to see how you cum around my cock.” Steve raised his cum coated fingers to his lips and stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices and then pulling them away with a lewd ‘popping’ sound.

As Steve stood up from the ground, Y/N could see his bulge through his boxer briefs. She sat up, reaching forward without saying a word and pulling the material down his legs. Steve was sweating as he watched Y/N eye his length, taking in every inch of him before she wrapped her hands around him and began pumping his cock slowly. Steve let out a gasp, his knees threating to buckle out from underneath him. Y/N kept eye contact with him the whole time, never letting either one of them break away from each other.

“Not gonna last long if you keep that up, princess.” Princess. The pet name made Y/N tug a little harsher on accident. Steve hissed in pleasure, one of his hands coming down to grab her wrist to try and stop her movements. Instead of stopping she only continued, moving her hands faster and squeezing a little hard every few pumps. “Fuck- gonna cum, princess stop.” Without question she stopped, pulling her hands back into her lap with a wicked grin on her face.

“Just wanted to return the favor.” Her voice was teasing, like she wanted to push the limits. Steve only chuckled as he moved her to the middle of the bed and placed himself between her legs.

“Trust me, you can return the favor later. Right now is all about you.” He reached behind her head to grab a pillow and positioned it under her hips to make her more comfortable. “You’re sure you still want to go through with this?” He was worried she was doing this for him, not for herself. He wanted this to be the perfect first experience for her.

“Steve, I love you and want to do this.” She said reassuringly, “Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Steve chuckled at his girlfriend’s eagerness and nodded, getting the perfect position as he lined himself up at her entrance. He reached down and intertwined their fingers, giving her a gentle squeeze before he began to push into her cunt.

Y/N let out a gasp at the intrusion. She knew this wasn’t going to be any easy push and would take a moment to get used to, but right now she had to remind herself to relax or else this was not going to go over well. She took in a few deep breathes as she waited for her body to adjust to Steve’s size, his length and girth made her feel like she was being ripped in two. Thankfully Steve knew this wasn’t going to be easy, so he paused and held his place while he waited for the go ahead from his girlfriend.

After a moment of adjusting she nodded and told him to go, that she was fine and could handle it. Steve’s thrusts started out slow and steady, not wanting to push all the way in just yet in case he hurt her. He watched her facial expressions closely, his chest filling with a sort of pride as he her eyes rolled back in pleasure and eyebrows scrunched together every time he hit a sensitive spot inside her.

“Want- want you to go deeper, please.” Y/N begged softly, her hands squeezing Steve’s as she rocked her body back and forth, try to feel even more of him.

Steve gave her a warry look, “You sure?” Was all he asked before Y/N was nodding her head furiously and she felt him pressing himself all the way inside her tight walls. The pressure of him sitting in her lower belly had her moaning louder than before, her chest heaving as she clamped down onto his cock. “Gotta stop clenching around me, baby, wanna make this last for you.”

Y/N could only let out a whimper as she slipped one of her hands down her belly and rested it right on top of where she could feel Steve. He was deep inside her, nestled right under her belly. Steve smirked as he followed her hand and gently pressed down, causing her to squirm under him. “Is this how deep I am, princess? Can you feel me all the way up here?” YN nodded slowly, trying not to lose her own self-control and move as she pleased. Steve pressed down gently, sending electric shocks throughout Y/N’s body.

“Please, Stevie, please move.” Steve did as asked and began moving again, this time thrusting his hips faster and angling himself upwards by raising Y/N’s own hips with his hands. Y/N began to feel the coil in her stomach again, but this time it seemed more intense, almost like she was gonna piss herself. Her moans grew louder as she began to near her second climax of the night, her body tightening up on her as a response.

Steve was getting close as well, with the way Y/N kept clamping down on his cock and somehow sucking him even further into her cunt, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He tried to keep up the pace so that Y/N could cum before him, so to try and help her along he pressed one of his thumbs against her clit and rubbed it in tight figure eights. The overstimulation to her clit had Y/N cumming in seconds without any warning.

That pissing feeling? That was her orgasm alright, her cunt squirting out her pretty juices and covering Steve’s lower half in her slick. Her moans sounded pornographic, something straight out of an adult movie he’d watch by himself. She tried to catch her breathe, her chest heaving as her brain tried to come up with some sort of idea of what she just did.

Watching his girlfriend unravel for the second time tonight had Steve cumming in her cunt, their juices mixing together as he painted her insides white. Steve pulled out halfway and pumped the rest of his cum onto her stomach and chest, marveling at the sight of her painted in his cum.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they regained their composure, smiling to each other once they were able to pull themselves together. Steve leaned down to her forehead and placed a gentle kiss to the skin before getting up to get a clean rag from the bathroom. When he came back to the room he was still grinning from ear to ear.

“You did so good for me princess, even squirted for me.” He hummed happily. “I’m gonna have to get you to do that every time now.”

Y/N chuckled and watched as he cleaned her up with the rag, making sure to be even more careful around her sore pussy. “Is that what I did? I thought I was gonna pee.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he finished cleaning her up, “Oh baby, I have so much to teach you, don’t I?”

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harrywavycurly · 8 months

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Life with Steve and Eddie: Random Convos

Masterlist: Here

A/N: Because sometimes you just need to ask your two guy besties some questions…some maybe be a little more random than others✨

“Why do boys not shower everyday?” “Uh do I look like a guy who doesn’t shower?…She’s totally talking to you Munson.” “Get fucked Harrington I shower everyday and sometimes twice a day…who’s the smelly dude in question?” “Yeah who’s stinking up your personal space with their lack of hygiene?” “No one I was just wondering…after a while you all just…get this smell…it’s weird.” “It’s just man.” “Pardon me? It’s just what?” “Yeah Eddie…it’s what?” “It’s just man smell…you know like when your after shave and shit wears off? And you’re just left with…your…scent…” “you call that…just man smell?” “Yes?…what? You’re gonna try to tell me it doesn’t make sense?” “No that’s the thing…it actually does…” “Munson making sense? That’s terrifying…” “you’re both a bunch of assholes.”

“Would you sleep with me?” “What the fu-” “I’m sorry what did you just ask us?” “I’m just curious…am I cute?” “Totally…adorable.” “She doesn’t wanna hear she’s adorable Harrington she wants to know if she’s fuckable you dick.” “Oh uh well yeah…yeah..you…are.” “Smooth Steve…really fucking smooth…and to think you were once upon a time such a ladies man…” “fuck off Munson I just wasn’t prepared to be asked if I’d fuck my bestfriend while trying to enjoy a day at the lake.” “I don’t want to know if you’d personally sleep with me Steve I’m just curious if I’m…attractive in general.” “Yes..you are a thousand percent attractive…to anyone that has decent eye site.” “Thanks Eddie.” “Steve?” “Yes I agree you’re very attractive.” “Dude relax she’s not gonna jump your bones Jesus go take a dip…” “sorry sorry I’m just…is there a reason you’re asking? Did someone say something to you?” “Yeah do we need to add a name to the ass kicking list?” “No…no it’s not that I was just curious that’s all.” “Promise?” “Yes Steve I promise…now let’s go swimming.”

“Can you feel your feet?” “Oh fuck.” “What’s wrong?” “Steve! Can you feel your feet?…mine are off.” “Oh fuck.” “My thoughts exactly…she’s a goner.” “We’ve been at this party what? An hour?…how is she already gone? It was your turn to watch her Munson.” “Watch her? I’m not a babysitter Steve that’s literally your job.” “I was gonna take over for the next hour you asshole we agreed!” “Oh look someone gave me a sho-” “no more shots for you missy…give that to Harrington he needs to loosen up.” “Let’s just…put her on the couch and get her some snacks and she’ll be fine for like an hour or so…” “Steven Andrew Harrington we are not going to force feed our drunk bestfriend snacks so we can party for an extra hour…Jesus man it’s just a house party you dickwad.” “You’re right…we take her home and tuck her in then come back.” “Exactly…gotta make sure she’s safe and sound then we can come back.” “You’re…you’re…gonna party without…me?” “Not the shaky lip…Steve she’s doing the shaky lip.” “Listen…we just want to reach your level that’s all but it takes us a little longer and you’re…well your feet are turned off right?” “Oh god you’re right! They are!” “So we need to get you home so they can recharge.” “Yes exactly what Eddie said…gotta get you home so your feet can get ready for tomorrow.” “Okay! My bed can fit all our feet.” “Fuck me…I knew she was gonna say that.” “Give it to me straight Harrington…We aren’t coming back are we?” “You know her bed is like quicksand…once we lay in it there’s no getting out till tomorrow morning..” “damn her and her magical fucking bed…I just wanted to get drunk…” “sorry Munson…grab her left arm I’ll get her right.” “She fucking owes us…” “oh she doesn’t owe us shit this is what friends are for.” “God I just love you guys.” “We love you too.”

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laheymaze · 1 year

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meet me under the mistletoe

✨steve harrington✨ x fem!reader

summary: you and steve have been hooking up for months, and you're getting tired of being what feels like an embarrassing secret. when steve finds out you feel this way, he makes sure you never feel that way again 🎄

warnings: language, some spice, a bunch of suggestive material, a bunch of sexual christmas puns hahah

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! as i said on my last eddie imagine, there are still a few more holiday imagines so look out for those! thank you all so much for your constant and love and support and all of your kind words about my writing! it all means more than you even know! writing fanfic is such a stress reliever for me because i can get out of my head and dive into my favorite fictional worlds. i hope you all have an amazing holiday!!!

*i really love how this turned out, and sorry guys, i used the word babygirl even though everyone made fun of it the last time i used it hahaha*

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“Steve, we’re going to be late.” You told Steve as he hovered over you on your bed, lips attached to your neck.

“Five more minutes.” He told you, kissing your lips hungrily. Your lips moved in sync, and you gave in once more, letting your hands get lost in his gorgeous hair.

Nancy was throwing a Christmas party, and Robin wanted you there early to help her with her appearance in case Vickie showed. No one knew that you and Steve were together, well, hooking up, since Steve hasn’t asked you out on an official date and still likes to flirt with girls when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, which makes you insanely jealous.

You kept telling yourself to stop this thing with Steve. It could ruin your friendship and your friend group, which you couldn’t have. Yet, every time you see that charming smile and taste those insanely delicious lips, you were pulled back in and made to forget about all of your reasons for ending things; like right now.

“We really need to go. Robin is going to kill me.” You said, finally breaking away from Steve’s lips and escaping from under him.

“Fine,” He whined, getting up and putting his Christmas sweater back on.

The drive to Nancy’s was filled with singing Christmas songs and Steve’s hand rubbing the inside of your thigh, driving you crazy. ‘Silent Night’ came on, you singing as loud as you could to annoy Steve. He eventually turned down the radio, looking over at you.

“You know I hate this song.” He stated.

“I know.” You replied, smiling.

“But I’m okay with making it a not-so-silent night when we get back to my house tonight,” Steve said, winking.

“Wow, so smooth Harrington.” You said, laughing.

“There’s more where that came from.” Steve bragged.

“Oh, really? Hit me with another, then.”

“Okay, challenge accepted Y/L/N.” Steve started saying while moving his hand higher up your thigh. “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine.” This one made you laugh, yet also extremely turned on by his hand placement.

“That was a good one.” You told him as you pulled into Nancy’s driveway, Steve winking at you once more.

—

After you were somehow able to convince Robin she looked amazing and Vickie would love her sweater and jeans, you escaped into the kitchen to grab some wine. The house was already filling up, tons of people you had never seen before surrounding you. Luckily, you and Steve weren’t on babysitting duty tonight since you made sure the kids stayed at the Byer’s house for the night.

Steve made his way into the kitchen, smiling when he saw you standing by the counter, sipping on wine and having a cookie. He loved the loose red silk tank top you had on, paired with torn jeans and heeled white boots. You wore the necklace and earrings he had gotten you for your birthday, too.

“What has you all smiley?” You questioned.

“You,” Steve responded, pulling you in by the waist and kissing you deeply.

“How sweet of you.” You said, smiling. “Is Vickie here?”

“She just got here, that’s why I shoved Robin into her so she’d be forced to actually talk to her and came in here for a beer,” Steve said, laughing evilly.

“You are horrible! But that’s also a genius plan.” You credited.

“Are you fine in here while I go find Eddie?” Steve questioned.

“Are you actually going to find Eddie for guy time? That’s a new one.”

“Well I only spend time with you, and I think it’s getting suspicious so I might as well hang out with him,” Steve said, taking a sip of his Coors Light.

“Oh.” Was all you said. All you got from Steve’s statement was that you and him would never be something serious, or something even worth telling your friends about.

“Not that I don’t love spending time with you!” Steve exclaimed, grabbing your hand.

“I get it, Steve. Go have fun.” You told him, reaching away from him and heading into the dining room where you spotted Nancy, deciding to talk with her instead, trying not to be mad about something that clearly didn’t matter to Steve.

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After Jonathan stole Nancy away from you to dance, you made your way to the living room to see how Robin’s progress with Vickie was going. Instead of spotting Robin right away, you found Steve leaning against the wall next to the Christmas tree, a blonde girl under his arm. One small push and their bodies would be completely pressed together. Steve had his famous smile on his face and brushing his hair back with his hand like he always did so well.

The anger and jealousy ate you alive in that moment, wanting to slap Steve across the face for hurting you and also scream at him that you were falling in love with him. You ran upstairs, straight to the guest bathroom, locking the door behind you. Little did you know, Steve saw you out of the corner of his eye. He immediately removed his arm from the girl, sending her backward a step, and him running up the stairs after you.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned, knocking on the bathroom door. You froze, looking at yourself in the mirror and quickly wiping away the tears on your face.

“What?” You shouted from inside the bathroom, not wanting to open the door.

“Are you okay? I saw you run up the stairs and just wanted to check on you. There will be no sad faces on Christmas! I can tell through the door that you’re wearing a sad face.” So he didn’t see you when you realized he didn’t give a shit about you? Cool.

“I’m fine. Go back to the blonde whore.” You immediately regretted your words, Steve now knowing why you were in the bathroom crying.

“Y/N, open the door.”

“No.”

“Babygirl, open the door.” Steve pressed again.

Finally, you opened the door, Steve quickly stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He noticed your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, his heart dropping at the sight. He got closer to you, but you backed away, not wanting him to touch you because you knew you would just melt into his touch and forget why you were mad. A sting went across Steve as you backed away from him; you never did that.

“Y/N—” You cut Steve off, not wanting to hear anything from him.

“I don’t want to hear it, Steve. Am I just some joke to you? Some embarrassing secret that you don’t even want our friends to know about? Because that’s what it feels like. Like I’m just a fucking embarrassment to you.” You said, tears forming in your eyes once more.

“You are not an embarrassment, Y/N.”

“Then how come our friends can’t know about us? How come you won’t ask me on a date? Why do you constantly flirt with everyone on the planet but still have the nerve to sneak into my window almost every night? And why do I keep letting you?!” You ranted, shouting the last part. Steve didn’t know what to say to make you feel better or make you understand how he actually felt, but he knew how to show you.

“Meet me under the mistletoe,” Steve told you, rushing out of the bathroom, leaving you extremely confused.

You attempted to clean up your face and headed downstairs. Once you reached the bottom, you noticed Steve standing on the coffee table in the living room; mistletoe above him. Everyone was gathered around him, the blonde girl from earlier trying to get on the table with him. Steve told her to get lost, looking up when he saw you at the bottom of the stairs.

“Y/N!” He called, making everyone look at you now. You slowly walked forward, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with all of the eyes on you. He hesitated before he spoke, then realizing it was time he stopped being an asshole and admitted the truth. “Fuck it. A new year is about to start and I cannot go another year hiding this from you.”

You walked closer to the table, Steve reaching out his hand to help you get on top of it. You climbed up, now facing Steve.

“I’m in love with Y/N Y/L/N!” He announced, looking at the crowd, making everyone start whispering. “I have been for years. We’ve been in a… relationship… for months and I told myself it would just be a fling, but who was I kidding? I fell hard and fast.”

Steve turned back to you, putting one hand on your cheek, then the other rested on your jawline and neck. “I am so sorry for not having the balls to say that before. It was easier to act like this meant nothing than to admit that I’m in love with you. I am so sorry for that and for making you cry. I will never do that again. I understand if you hate me, and want nothing to do with me, but I wasn't going another second without showing everyone how much you mean to me.”

You had tears in your eyes again, but not from sadness. You couldn’t believe Steve was doing this; that he actually did feel the same way about you. There was nothing you could say to top that, so you looked up at the mistletoe, then at Steve. He read your mind, pulling your body to his, pressing your lips together. They moved in sync, then breaking away after a few seconds.

“You are so cheesy.” You told him, lips still dangerously close to his.

“Well, the only thing I want for Christmas is you,” Steve said, making you smile even more. As you were going in for another kiss, Robin’s voice filled the room.

“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! Didn’t I tell you Nance? I told you they were hooking up!” Robin started shouting and jumping up and down, pointing at you and Steve. You looked at Steve, you both rolling your eyes and getting down from the table. The party went back in full swing, the short-attention-span teenagers going back to their own lives and drinks.

“And how exactly did you know?” Steve questioned, putting air quotes around ‘know.’

“Y/N had a hickey at work one day, and she didn’t come in with it, so that meant you gave it to her while I was on break.” You looked at her, making a face that said: that doesn’t mean anything. “Oh, and her underwear was in your room one day,” Robin added, making you cough.

“How do you know it was mine?” You asked.

“It was that red pair you bought when we were at the mall. I remember because I thought they were nice and I wondered what Vickie would look like in them, and—”

“Okay!” Steve shouted, cutting off before she embarrassed herself even more in front of Vickie, who was giggling. “Now I know way too much about your fantasies and now know I need to start locking my bedroom door,” Steve added.

“Agreed.” You said.

“Well this has been fun, but if you excuse us, we’re going to go make out in my car,” Steve said, grabbing your hand. You raised your brows at him, laughing. “What? I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore! Freedom!” Steve shouted, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

Steve carried you like that all the way to his car, in which he placed you in the backseat and squeezed in next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, placing you onto his lap, smiling, thinking about his joke earlier in the day.

“Did you really mean all of that? You’re in love with me?” You questioned, your hands running through the hair on the back of his head.

“Every single word,” Steve confirmed, running his hands up and down on your sides on your bare skin.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since you complimented my blue bow in sixth grade,” You admitted, laughing.

“You’re forgetting the part about you sitting in front of me all year and I would purposely pull your hair so you would turn around and I could look at you. I even wrote you a letter for Christmas that year.”

“No you did not! Steve Harrington wrote me a letter? What did it say?” You questioned, extremely giddy, pulling yourself closer to Steve.

“Just that I thought you were super sweet and cute and I wanted to take you to that arcade we both liked and go for ice cream. Then I ripped it up and threw it away because I thought there was no way Y/N Y/L/N liked me back.” Steve explained, shaking his head.

“Well, she did. A lot.” You told him, kissing him. “And I would’ve loved to go to that arcade and get ice cream.”

“Tomorrow then? You, me, arcade, and ice cream?” Steve asked, smiling.

“I’ll have to check my schedule, I think I’m busy.” You teased, giggling.

“Oh, really?” Steve held onto you, quickly laying you down on the backseat, him hovering over you. His lips found yours right away, moving perfectly together.

“Actually, I think I’m free.” You said, breaking away and smiling.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought. Now, can we please go home? You’re the reason I’m on the naughty list this year and I’d like to capitalize on that.” Steve said, making you smile and roll your eyes.

“Yes, because I’ll be content if you’re the one stuffing my stocking.” You said, making Steve laugh deeply.

“That’s my girl.”

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therealmilfdennys · 2 years

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Wait hey haha it's me so like. Like. Eddie sucking Steve off for the first time and gets his throat fucked and cries about it /pos? Maybe Steve is a little freaked but Eddie just keeps going until he cums, tears and all?

Of course I am in love with these boys we JUSt talked about this (sort of) and I kind of want to write another version where Billy is involved lol.

Anyway! CW: Crying, oral, tiny tiny bit of facefucking lol, Eddie having a gay panic, Steve being a good bro and letting Eddie suck the soul out of his dick, tiny bit of a dumbification if you squint. Eddie having a crush on his bestie. Slight? ST4 spoilers? I mean kind of?

Minors Do NOT interact I do not want to be sued.

If you had asked Eddie Munson where he’d be a year from now, a year ago. His answer would be California or New York, living it up where the pot was legal and the music was loud and he was the farthest away from Hawkins he could get. He would NOT have said, on his knees for Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington in his shitty trailer. That would be insane.

However, fighting a multidimensional being, and giant bats with mouths for faces and almost fucking dying, changes your point of view on certain things in life. So he and Steve had started hanging out more, a week of fighting for their lives trauma bonded them. They had similar scars too, which Eddie was enamoured with. They compared them sometimes, the pot smoke lingering in the air from their earlier joint. It lowered their inhibitions just enough to make them brave. Made Eddie brave enough to look at Steve like that without being scared he’d be found out, his fingers tracing the bite marks on the brunettes torso. “Metal.” He’d call them, his lips quirking up in a silly way. The pot loosened Steve up, made him less insecure. He’d gotten a little thicker since highschool, put on the chub he’d only managed to keep off with rigid basketball practice. He had a thousand yard stare, eyes zeroed in on where Eddies fingers rubbed against his skin, soft little giggles pouring out of him at the tingley feeling it made.

So yeah, they’d been spending a lot of time together, like….a lot of time together. Who could blame them though, they were the only ones who knew the pain of the bats’ bites and they were..better together. Eddie was more docile, less strung up and jittery, and Steve was less snarky and sullen. They brought out the best in eachother and found theyhonestly had a lot in common.

Which is why Eddie’s fingers are shaking where their gripping his thighs, butt to his heels in front of Steve Harrington on the floor. Steve Harrington who is laid out on the couch like some fucking fancy oil painting in that museum he drove Eddie and Robin to last month. Steve Harrington who is puffing smoke like a fucking train engine, a lazy little smile on his lips. He knows Eddie is nervous, he knows Eddie hasnt done this before, its the conversation that led them here.

“Never done that before, never given never received.” Eddie had giggled out around a mouthful of smoke. “Really? Never?” Steve was suddenly serious, brows pitched down and lips curled up in a little frown. Eddie shakes his head, not catching that Steve is suddenly solemn till he has the joint taken from his fingers.

“Want me to teach you?”

Eddie is refusing to meet Steve’s eyes, picking at the little thread that’s peaking from the worn hem of his sweats. His tongue feels thick, he’s a little sweaty. He didn’t know how Steve could sit there so calm, looking like a fuckin’ God splayed out on Eddie’s shitty little couch, it just wasn’t fair. How pretty Steve looked. How downright unbothered he seemed by this whole fucking situation. A logical part of Eddie’s brain was trying to get through that Steve was definately more than a little nervous. The guy had never been with a dude before, Eddie had a least kissed a couple.

“C’mon man we don’t have to, I just wanted to help.” Steve says suddenly, leaning forward a bit to see Eddie better. The other’s eyes widened, and he looked up quickly, which was a bad idea because Steve is so close and he smells so fucking good and he looks so kissable right now it makes Eddie’s head hurt. “Nah, nah I want to. Just can’t believe I have Steve Harrington offering up his dick to lil ole me.” He deflects, voice shakey and a fake little smirk playing at his lips. He bats his eyes to try and make it more believable. He knows Steve sees right through him. The older boy rolls his eyes in unending fondness, huffing quietly. “Just do it man, not gonna bother me if you take your time.” He winked, laying back and settling into the cushions more.

Eddie wallowed thickly, nodding and scooting a bit closer, eyes roving over the skin of Steve’s exposed legs unapologeticaly. He dropped a iss to the skin there, shakey hands coming to drag oh so slow up to Steves hips, making the boys breath hitch a bit. Eddie pressed his nose into Steve’s clothed hip, letting out a shakey sigh at Steve’s smell. “You fuckin smell good everywhere dude, what the fuck.” He almost whined, leaving little open mouth kisses at the hem of his friends boxers. Steve let out a breathless little giggle, runnning a hand through his hair. “Showers do that, Munson.” He teased with absolutely no mirth, voice absurdly warm. If Eddie were thinking straight he’d probably over analyze it, but he was in no state to think about anything other than the soft fuzzy trail of hair leading into Steve’s grey boxers. “Can I…Can I take em off now?” He murmured, sounding way to nervous for Steve’s liking, though he hummed in affirmation anywway, lifting his hips to help Eddie tug the cloth down. When the shorts are off Eddie had to take just a second to stare. He never cared about the rumors of Steve’s cock, he knew people said it was big obviously, he wasn’t deaf. He just didnt care. He wished he’d listened to rumors more. Steve was fucking thick, so heavy it floppedto the sideand rested against his hip bone. Dark and flushed and tanned like the rest of him. Eddie’s tongue rested against his top lip, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “Shit, Steve.” He breathed out, breath making Steve shiver a bit. The older boy was a little red in the cheeks, biting at his lip. “Hah…yeah, sorry. Bout that.” He mumbled, watching as Eddie tentatively dragged a finger up the underside and over the tip, making a little whiney noise when pre dribbled out. “Fuck..you’re damned pretty Stevie.” He mumbled, mesmerized with the way his friends cock jumped at the praise. He took hold of it, hand gentle and cool against the skin, making Steve grunt pleasantly. Eddie dragged his thumb over the tip, trying to work himself up for a taste. He spared a glance up at Steve, who was watching Eddie’s hand pump slowly his eyes hooded, teeth digging into his lip. Eddie leaned forward slow, lips falling open to take the tip into his mouth. Salty and warm and fuckin heavy on his tongue, making him keen in the back of his throat. Steves hips twitched slightly, and one look up had Eddie fucking melting in his spot. Steve was trying so hard not to move, wanted Eddie to be comfortable and feel good and enjoy himself. Poor boys eyes were squeezed shut under thick furrowed eyebrows, desperate not to move. Eddie drags his tongue over the tip and takes down a bit more before pulling up with a slurp sound that should gross him out but instead makes him shudder pleasantly. He keeps a hand wrapped around the thickness in front of him, looks up at Steve with big eyes, a little grin plastered to his lips. Cheeky.

“You can like, move you know? S’about you anyways, show me what feels good or whatever.” He mumbles, busying himself with kissing at Steves cock to distract himself from what he’s offering. Steve whines, reaching down to thread scarred fingers through Eddie’s hair, pullit into a shitty halfway ponytail. “Fuck, just, do what you were doin’ before, spits good, helps.” He mumbles out, too high and horny to give a shit about finishing sentances. Eddie nods, dragging his tongue from root to tip before taking Steve intohis mouth again. He could get drunk off of the taste, the smell, the fuckin feel. Steve’s not quite pulling on his hair, but his grip is fuckin tight when Eddie takes him deeper in his mouth. “Fuck tha’s good Eds, just gonna. Just hit me or somethin’, kay?” He mutters, tugging Eddie’s head up by his hair and pushing him down again. Eddie let out a sick little sound from his throat, whiimpering at the twinge from his hair, eyes squeezing shut and jaw falling slack. He could barely think and they’d just fucking started. He was so screwed.

Steve groaned softly from above him, making him look up and whimper in question. His hands gripping at the meat of Steve’s thighs, his throat making little schick shick shick noises. He’s so hard he hurts but this is what he hasnt let himself want for the past few months. Desperate for Steve to just fuckin use his mouth, started to imagine it and then stopped himself so many times. Steve is whining, Eddie registers this slowly, eyes hazy from where he looks up at his friend. Steve’s cock is in his throat now, and he gags, tears springing to his eyes. He reminds himself to breathe in through his nose, squeezing hiseyes shut with little tears dripping to his chin.

He can’t believe he’s crying over Steve Harrington’s cock. What fucking time loop did he fall into. He’s making little whimpery, pathetic noises, clawing at Steve’s thighs, fucking up into the air in some desperate attempt for friction. He’s pulled off of Steve by his hair before he can register it. “Wha’s happenin’. Why’d ya stop.” He whined out, voice a little fucked out and rough. Steve his leaning into his face, and Eddie’s watery eyes fight to focus on the worried eyes boring into his. “You’re cryin’ Eds, told you to stop me if I hurt you asshole.” He mumbled, loosening his grip on Eddie’s hair. Eddie’s whining and leaning his head into Steve’s hands, shaking it gently. “Nuh uh, didn’t hurt Stevie. So fuckin good, didn’t want you to stop baby.” He whimpered, leaning to take the tip back into his mouth and suckling gently. Steve groans, deep in his chest, tugging at Eddie’s hair in shock, bucking his hips gently, making Eddie gag loud and moan against the fullness in his mouth. “Sorry, sorry Eddie didn’t mean to.” Steve gasps out, trying to lift the other boy off again, so so worried. Eddie groans against the cock in his throat, taking Steve to the root and gagging through it, whimpering delightfully at the fuzy feeling in his head as the blood rushes there. Steve lets out little whimpery sounds, fucking his hips up into Eddie’s mouth, the most disgusting sounds he’s ever heard making him shiver and want more. “Gunna cum, Eds, fuck. Fuck, cmon. C’mon m’so close.” He whimpered, wrapping his fist in Eddie’s hair and pumping his hips a bit harder. Eddie moans loud against Steve, and that’s what fucking undoes him. Steve cums with these beuatiful sounds, Eddie gagging and pulling off as rope after rope of cum spill into his mouth and over his chin. He pumps Steve through it, making his own little whines and thrusting into nothing. “So fuckin’ pretty Stevie, felt so good. Thank you, fuck, thank you.” He croaks, a pretty fucked out grin on his cheeks. Eddie’s nothing short of debauched, drool and tears and cum all over his face, his cheek leaning against Steves hairy thigh as he strokes him into oversensitivity, hazy and a little cock drunk. “C-Cmon Eds, gotta stop dude s’sensitive. Cm’up here.” He mumbles, pulling Eddie and up onto the couch. Eddie goes willingly, huffing a moan when his crotch rubs against Steve’s hip. “Good? Feel okay?” Steve hums, doe eyed and more than concerned. “Haven’t done that in a while, sorry for the mess.” He murmurs, only a little embarassed as he wipes his cum from Eddies cheeks and chin with his discarded shirt. Eddie grins lazily, head lolling to lean against the back cushions of the couch. “Was fuckin’ perfect Stevie, felt great, seriously.” He grunts, and this is the most docile Steve has ever seen him. Steve wipes himself off, and notices Eddie’s hard on shockingly late. “Fuck dude I’m sorry I didn’t even think- D’you want help with that?” He frowns, fingers slipping into the waist band of Eddie’s pants and Eddie is so glad he forgot boxers this afternoon. “Uh..Uh yeah.” He whispers, watching Steve’s fingers play in his happy trail. “If you wanna, I’m not fuckin stoppin you.” He mutters, looking at Steve with needy eyes, lip tugged between his teeth. They were in for a quite a talk in the morning, but that was for after Steve had made Eddie cum twice his his hands and then his mouth.

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lemon-boy-stan · 2 years

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“PRE-WAR TRAUMA”

summary: yn is afraid she might be the reason steve dies the next time they go into the upside down. genre: angst, fluff. warnings: swearing, stranger things v2 spoilers. hints of depression. pairing: steve harrington x munson!reader. an: the reader is eddie’s younger cousin, but they both live with mr. munson so eddie treats her like his younger sister. set in v2?? i think???

You didn’t think you’d been yelling, but your voice travelled all the way downstairs Nancy’s house. “I DON’T CARE WHAT STEVE OR EDDIE THINKS, ROBIN! I’M NOT UPSET, I’M FINE!”

Robin crossed her arms, “Y/N, you’ve been acting miserable and shitty all day! You yelled at Nancy because the batteries didn’t fit the radios properly! You’re being mean to the kids! You kicked your cousin in the shin! Eddie wasn’t too happy about it, you know! And you’ve been ignoring Steve the whole day! Oh my god, don’t even get me started on Steve -”

But Robin never actually got to start talking about Steve, because you walked into the nearest room and slammed the door loudly in her face before she could continue speaking.

You groaned loudly and flopped onto the bed before realising you were in Nancy’s room, the pink walls a little too bright for your liking, but you weren’t going to get up any time soon, so you might as well take it all in.

On the wall next to the door, there was a cupboard with a messy surface, a jewelry box that Robin had picked up the day before and reluctantly put back down. On the wall next to the shelf there was a closet which was half open, the inside of the door tacked with a Madonna poster. Across the bed was a desk with a collage of photos above it.

You couldn’t help but smile, she’d already put the polaroid photo in the muddle. It’s our last day on Earth, you’d said yesterday, let’s all take a photo for at least one of us to remember when the rest of us are dead. Even though Dustin looked horrified and Robin hit you upside the head for making such a depressing comment, everyone agreed that yes, taking a photo could lift our spirits.

So you took eight photos, one for each of you, the kids in the front with Mad in the middle, though in this one she was frowning because she didn’t like the idea of taking so many photos. Dustin and Lucas were doing bunny ears on her head. You stood behind them, between your boyfriend and your cousin. Steve had to stand at the edge because he was so damn tall. Robin stood next to Eddie, who made his infamous rock-on sign with his hands, and had his tongue out.

The photo was actually blurry. Nancy had wanted to be in it, too, and had run in just before the shutter had gone off, around the same time Steve had kissed you, Eddie and Robin shared looks with each other, Max crossed her arms and Dustin and Lucas turned at the two of you with horrified faces. No one was actually looking at the camera. Not even Max, because she was rolling her eyes.

And suddenly you were crying. You’d wished that Nancy hadn’t put up that photo. Because yesterday wasn’t your last day. Today was. It was the last time you’d be around your friends. Around your cousin, a man accused for murder. Your best friend Robin, her crush Nancy, and your boyfriend, Steve. Also, like, these weird children he hanged around with a lot? But it didn’t matter that they were weird. You’d grown attached to them, even the ones in California.

You cried softly again, your smooth black hair flowing below your shoulders, the tears down your cheeks. That was the only thing you and Eddie had in common; the colour of your hair. Well, that and your attitude. You had a love for music, too, but Eddie always said indie music “wasn’t music”.

In fact, Eddie wasn’t too thrilled when he’d found out you were dating “Pretty Boy Steve Harrington Who Doesn’t Know his Ass From his Head.” three years ago, and especially not when Steve’s friends made fun of Eddie being into that “satanic cult shit”. And he was still miffed about it when you found him in Reefer Rick’s trailer, which was probably why he almost tried to kill your boyfriend the first time they properly met... but after Dustin’s persuasive speech and Eddie seeing Steve step up in that tiny boat on Lover’s Lake to lecture you about safety, well, Eddie was okay after that.

Which was exactly the problem. Not Eddie being okay with you dating Steve, but with you dating Steve. It might very well be your last day on Earth tonight, on this dimension. But you weren’t about to let it be Steve’s.

And if you and Steve were dating, well... to put it shortly, you knew that if it was you who’d dived that night, he would’ve gone after you, too. And that was the main issue here. That Steve was going to die tonight, and it was going to be your fault.

You would blow up in his face in a near-death situation and he would try to save you and would save you but he would die doing it, he would die doing it and you’d be alive and he would be dead and it would be all your fault.

The space on the bed next to you sank and you jumped up in surprise, taking your head out of your hands before groaning loudly again, seeing who it was. Steve ignored the groan, smiling gently instead. “Hey,” he gave you a small wave, “how are you doing?” and you crossed your arms before turning to face Nancy’s shelf, “I’m doing fine.” and even though you weren’t looking, you knew that Steve was giving you that stupid look with that stupid condescending expression.

“Okay,” and you knew he was playing with his hands, too. “Okay, that’s good. So why did you yell at Robin, then? She wasn’t too upset about it, but she said she’s worried because she thinks you’re loosing your shit.” his words made you turn around at him and glare, “I’m not loosing my shit. And I didn’t yell at her.” rolling your eyes, crossing your arms.

Steve sighed heavily, “baby, you yelled so loud we could hear you from Mike’s basement.” your stomach churned with guilt, but you weren’t about to let him win any time soon. You shook your head furiously, “I wasn’t yelling. I wasn’t.” Steve reached forwards, “baby, it’s okay if you were. You’re stressed, we all are. Even Robin’s not upset about it, baby. She understands.” You were still shaking your head, “I wasn’t yelling!” you were yelling again, but this time you knew.

The tears formed in your eyes and Steve sighed quietly, “baby. What’s wrong, honey?” you buried into his denim jacket, “it’s okay if I die,” crying softly with your legs curled up into his lap, “but it - it’s not okay if you die,” choking out the words before he could argue anything back, “I can’t - you - I don’t want you to die for me, Stevie, I wanna br - we have to break up because if not you’ll die for me, you’ll die for me and I’ll be here and you’ll not even be there, you’ll just be gone and it will have been all my fault, I’d have killed you and it will have been my fault, please just break up with me please.”

And you’d only seen Steve cry once, when he was drunk. But this time he cried he cried loud, rumbled sobs, not even bothering to hide it. “I’m not leaving you,” he spoke stubbornly, and his tears fell deep into your head, “I’m never leaving you. You won’t ever kill me, baby, no matter how hard you try. You will fail, because you’ll never be able to get rid of me, I’m sticking to you like glue. Lobsters mate for life, Y/N. And I swear to god I am gonna be around even after our sixth kid’s funeral...”

You stopped crying and Steve laughed softly, kissing your forehead gently. You sniffed and smiled before frowning and looking up, “six kids?” the shock settling in as he sniffed the tears away, “you want me to have six kids? Are you out of your fucking mind, Steven? I don’t even want children, Henderson! That’s a fucking throng!” but Steve nodded eagerly, his puppy-dog eyes shining in caramel tones of tinted coffee and shades of browns.

“Yeah! Six little Harrington nuggets. We could get one of those trailer things and drive around in the summer and go to the Rockies or the Grand Canyon. Eddie can come too.” and you snorted at the thought of Eddie on a road trip with children. Then you rolled your eyes, “I don’t care. I’m not pushing out six kids, no, not even spaced out!” you added furiously, as Steve opened his mouth, probably to say, what if they were all a few years apart? and you shook your head, “it’s one or two. One or two, you got that, Harrington?” Steve chuckled at this, kissing you softly on the lips.

“Okay,” he said, still smiling, “I can live with that. But the point is... you’re not getting rid of me any time soon, baby.” and you sniffed before giggling quietly. You scoffed, “jesus. Six kids. You know, you’re not the one with the uterus! You’re fucking crazy, Harrington.” and Steve put his arms up in surrender.

“Okay, okay! I get it. One or two. A boy and a girl, maybe. Are you sure you don’t want three?” you giggled again before shoving him playfully to the side, “one or two!” and Steve leapt up from where you’d pushed him, “grahhhhh! I can’t beleieve you’ll only have two of my six kids! How are the defaults gonna carry on the family name?” you were still giggling, “are you sure you’re not the original default gene, Stevie?” making him shout “grahhh!” again, attacking you with ferocious tickles that made you shriek with sobs of laughter.

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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would love to see a blurb or fic or one shot of Steve just loving doggie style with reader

only if you want of course :)

Yes yes yes of course ✨

Minors DNI 18+ Only

Smut, doggy style, daddy kink, spanking, mean Steve, slight exhibitionism

1.5k words

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As Steve matured he started to realise how much he loathed parties.

He was surrounded by people he didn’t like, people who reminded him of who he used to be, people who used any excuse to drink irresponsibly.

The only reason he tagged along to this party is because of you.

You fluttered those big puppy dog eyes and he was a goner. You didn’t need to beg of course, like hell was he gonna let you go to a party alone, but he loved how cute you were on your knees for him.

He stands in the corner of the room like a creep, watching you talk animatedly with some friends, acquaintances really, about some thing or other.

You weren’t normally a party person either but this was technically a party for the graduates of 86’ so you, along with Nancy, Robin and Eddie, decided to give in and have one last high school experience. Of course Eddie went to made a pretty penny.

Steve ignores the lingering glances from some drunk girls, eyes only on you, admittedly it does make it hard when they start to crowd around him, finding any excuse to touch him.

It’s around 9:30 when he’s had enough, he brushes past the gaggle of drunk girls and heads straight over to you before gently taking your arm in his grasp and excusing you from the conversation you were having.

“Steve, what the hell?” You whine as he pulls you outside, the fresh air doing wonders to clear your heads.

“You were ignoring me, babe,” he lets out a breath.

“No I wasn’t,” you argue, “you’re the one who decided to hang around the corners like a weirdo.”

He narrows his eyes at your attitude, taking a moment to assess your state. You’ve only had two cups of spiked punch so you’re nowhere near intoxicated.

He crowds you against the wall of the house, his face getting close to yours, “you wanna repeat that for me, baby?”

Your mouth fills with saliva and you audibly gulp it down before deciding to escalate the situation.

“I said: you’re a creep,” you paraphrase.

In an instant Steve cups your jaw in a harsh grip before smashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss.

“Brat,” he spits when he pulls away, you’re a little dazed but you continue to lazily smirk up at the man.

He grabs your wrist in a tight hold and drags you down the street to where he parked the car, he ignores you’re little whines as you stumble after him.

When he reaches the car he throws you against the front door, you land against it with an ‘oof’, as he unlocks the back door.

He shoves his keys back into his pocket before swinging the door open and manhandling you inside, “hands and knees, little girl,” his tone taking on a dangerous lilt.

You let out a shuddered breath as you follow his instructions, all confidence and smug attitude being replaced with nervousness and lust.

Steve loves doggy style.

In truth he loves all positions but there’s something so primal about having you in front of him like this that brings out his animal side.

He flips up the skirt of your dress fully exposing your cotton panties to the night air and within seconds he’s placing a hand on your lower back and bunching up the material before he harshly pulls them away from your skin with a riiiip.

You gasp as he tosses the torn remains of your panties to the floor of the car but can’t focus on that for too long before he lands a hard and loud smack to the curve of your ass.

You fall forward at the sharp sting that vibrates through your left asscheek.

“S-Steve,” you stutter, “what if someone hears?”

Another smack is delivered to the right cheek before he answers, “what did you call me?” His voice is low and severe making you clench around nothing.

“Daddy,” you gasp, immediately fixing your mistake, “Daddy, sorry, what if someone sees?”

He lets out a dry chuckle at your expense, “then you’re gonna give them a show.”

He unzips his jeans and pulls them down just enough that he can pull his cock out, hissing at the cool air. He pulls you back closer to the open door, your knees right on the edge of the seat, before he’s lining up and slamming into your warm heat.

He lets out a groan at the conflicting temperatures on his member as your pussy constricts around him, you bite down on your lip and let out a muffled moan, trying not to attract attention.

Two slaps in rapid succession on your ass causes you to release your lip from between your teeth.

“Don’t fucking do that,” Steve scolds, “I wanna hear you, baby.”

You nod but cry out when you’re spanked once more, “yes, sorry, Daddy,” you correct yourself again.

Steve grips your waist in a bruising hold as his pistons his hips against yours in a hurried pace, moans and whines slips from your lips freely as your pleasure builds, no longer caring if you get an audience.

Steve holds onto the roof of the car to help build his momentum, his cock is now hammering deep into your core and a hot white light bursts behind your eyes.

He takes his hand off the car and places it on the other side of your waist and drags you back more against him, he lifts your hips until your knees are slightly hovering over the seat and starts fucking into you like a man possessed.

You let out shrill cries that echo around the interior of the car as Steve slams your pussy back as he thrusts forward, his heavy balls smacking against your clit with each movement.

You hold onto the seatbelt as your thighs burn from the strain and Steve harshly lowers you back to the seat before landing a few more spanks on your ass just to watch it jiggle.

You cry out as your body is wracked with tremors, your orgasm catching you off guard and you clench around the stiff member inside you.

“Did you just cum?” Steve’s voice is breathless but stern, you instantly regret your previous actions but it’s not like you could have stop it.

“M’sorry, Daddy!” You sob as he delivers several bruising spanks to your ass.

“You should know better, brat” he leans into the car and pushes your upper half down against the seat while making sure your hips stay pointing up.

The firm hand he has on the center of your back restricts your breathing a little bit and your mind starts to go hazy as your arousal builds up for a second time.

Steve is pressed close against you and the new position has his cock hitting deeper and deeper within you with each short thrust.

He grabs a handful of your hair and snaps your head back and you whimper at the harsh pull on your scalp but can’t help but squeeze around his cock with a choked moan.

“Daddy, please,” you babble, practically incoherently, “m’sorry.”

“I know you are, baby,” his voice is a little softer but his hold on you is still severe.

After a few more snaps of his hips his pace starts to falter and you know he’s close, your second orgasm has reached its peak and you feel ready to let go.

“Can I cum, Daddy?” You beg, “please, please!”

Steve leans down until his chest is flush against your back and his mouth is right next to your ear, “not a fucking chance,” he lets go of the hold he had in your hair and your head lands on the seat with a thump.

He cums seconds later with a dark growl, he presses his hips firm against yours as his cum paints your walls and you let out a cry at the feeling.

“Please, Daddy!” You sob.

Steve ignores you as he starts to shallowly thrust, each movement pushing his cum deeper inside you until he slips out completely with a satisfied sigh.

You start to incoherently beg to cum between breathless whimpers and Steve shushes you with a firm smack to your ass.

“This is a punishment, baby,” his laugh is mean, “maybe if you keep my cock warm with that slutty little mouth until we get home I might let you cum tonight.”

You eagerly nod, your head rubbing against the seat as you wait for him to pull away so you can bounce around to the front of the car.

Your face heats up when you see a small crowd of guysstanding a few feet away with salacious smirks, a few of them whistling and complementing Steve while others wink at you.

You slide into the passenger seat with heated cheeks and Steve quickly joins you with a smug chuckle, you’ve talked about exhibitionism before so he knows you’re okay with it.

When he starts the car he gestures for you to move over and get to work, he didn’t bother putting himself away, you slide over and take his flaccid cock in your mouth, moaning at the mixed taste of you and him, as you clean his member of the residue. He starts to harden and you rest your head against his lower stomach and keep him warm until you get home.

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Losing It

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.13 Can’t Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs- Dislocation

Combined with this request from @espieviolet99: What if they have a sweet moment where reader is like, "I know you still love Nancy, but I kinda like you" and he doesn't quite act on it until they're stuck in the upside down after the bat fight.

Warnings: angst (with a hopeful ending), injury, canon-typical violence, language, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is my first ever Steve fic! It was definitely fun to take on a new character from the series. Hope y’all enjoy! (Also just a reminder that my requests are still closed. This is an old request that just so happened to line up with the Whumptober prompt of the day.

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Your mind was going at a million miles a minute as everyone started piling into the tiny little boat. The sounds of Dustin’s complaining was drowned out by your own thoughts and the blood rushing in your ears. Even though you weren’t really listening to what anyone was saying, your body was still going through the motions. Outwardly, you seemed fine except for the extra jitters.

Your thoughts were split in two, one half of them trying to think of every possible outcome for what was about to happen, what would be unfolding over the next few days. The other half was ruminating on the hushed conversation that you’d had with Steve the night before.

You still found it hard to believe that you’d told him how you felt about it. The words had come tumbling out before you even knew what was happening. You didn’t really know where it came from. But looking back on it, in the wake of everything that you both were facing, confessing your feelings seemed like the least of your problems. The possibility of facing imminent death at any moment over the next few days made everything else seem so…small.

And he had handled it well. Probably better than you would have if you had been in his position. You weren’t an idiot—you knew that there was still something there between him and Nancy. You weren’t quite sure what was happening there anymore, but you could see the way that they looked at each other sometimes when they were talking. It sucked, and you didn’t know what you expected to get out of it other than getting it off of your chest. Maybe that would be enough.

“You okay?” Steve’s voice snapped you back to the present.

Your eyes widened for a moment, fighting the urge to shake your head in an attempt to physically dispel the thoughts. You cleared your throat as you set your hand on top of his and allowed him to help you into the boat.

“I’m good, yea.”

He watched you wobble slightly as you took a seat. “You sure?”

You nodded. “Positive.”

He didn’t press it, but you could feel the way that his eyes lingered on you for a little while longer than they normally would. Sure, he handled the news well, probably had a lot to do with all of the bigger fish you and your friends had to fry. But it clearly was still somewhere on his mind. You wanted to be happy about it, but you knew better than to get your hopes up.

“That’s way more than three people,” Dustin called after you all as he rolled his eyes.

Steve held his hands out, feigning helplessness. “Sorry!”

You chuckled quietly at that. You did appreciate that no matter how dire the circumstances got, someone in your little rag-tag group of friends managed to keep their sense of humor about them. It wasn’t always Steve, but it was always someone. It was the only thing that kept all of you from going absolutely insane with everything that was going on.

Eddie and Robin somehow ended up being the ones who were rowing. It was a little comical to watch them, to be honest. But they got the job done. When it was just the group of you out in the center of the lake, there was a moment when you all had to really start talking about what it was that you were going to be doing. If Dustin was right, things could get really messy really fast. But also, none of you could just say that you went all the way out there and then did nothing.

Before anyone could try to come up with a different plan, Steve stood up and started peeling off his clothes. Everyone’s eyes got a little wider, but it was Eddie who finally spoke up. “What’s…what’s going on there?”

“What, any of you have a better plan?” he rattled off all the things that made him the most qualified person to be doing this. No one was really arguing with him at that point, but he was still justifying himself even as Eddie handed him the flashlight wrapped up in a plastic bag.

The minute that he was underwater felt like the longest minute of your life. Everyone was looking at each other, looking at you, but your eyes were trained on the lake in front of you. A few scarce bubbles made it to the surface here and there, but nothing signaling the return of Steve. Each second that went by made your stomach tie into a tighter and tighter knot.

But then he broke the surface. It felt like each deep breath that he was sucking in, you were taking too. He leaned against the side of the boat, arms draped over the side of it. He was trying his best to gush about what he’d seen down there as he fought to catch his breath.

He was halfway through his sentence when he got dragged back underneath the water. Everyone was screaming, scared, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, though, you and Nancy were both jumping over the side of the boat and diving down after him. Your vision underneath the water wasn’t the best, but you could see enough to see him getting dragged towards the bottom, a slew of bubbles streaming out of him, most likely containing the screams that he was attempting to let out.

For the second time within the same few minutes, your body was acting independently from your mind. Everything in your brain felt like it was short-circuiting as you looked at the place where Steve was being dragged to. The crack running along the bottom of the lake almost looked like it was alive. Your body kept swimming, kept carrying you towards it, but you didn’t even feel yourself doing it.

When you all came crashing down on the other side, all three of you were gasping for air. However, you quickly noticed that Steve was gasping a little harder than either you or Nancy. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you saw the way that he was fighting against the bat that had wrapped it’s tail so tightly around his neck.

Both of you were scrambling to your feet and trying to get over to him, not quite knowing how you’d landed so far from him. You were almost to him when Robin and Eddie came crashing down on top of you, sending all of you to the ground in a heap of grunts and groans and cusswords.

You were the first one back on your feet, grabbing the oar on the way as you charged towards Steve. Your heart was pounding inside your chest and it was from more than just the running. You saw the way that he was desperately trying to pull at the bat tail around his neck, and you also saw the way that more bats descended upon him, biting at him to try and stop him. He tried to fight through it, but then you saw another bat wrap its tail around his arm and quickly fly away.

The choked scream that he let out was subdued only because of the way the first bat was crushing his windpipe. Tears were staining your cheeks before you could stop them. But the scream you let out as you smacked at the bats that were descending upon him was cathartic. You were swinging away, trying to get any and all of them off of him. It only took a few more seconds for everyone else to be at your back trying to help you along in the process.

The frantic look in Steve’s eyes nearly took you out. You and Nancy were tag-teaming in an attempt to get the bat off from around Steve’s neck. One she pinned it, you were finally able to drop down to your knees and peel it away. Even before you had freed him completely, he was coughing and sputtering as air finally made it to his lungs.

Once he was finally free, and you had all successfully scared off the rest of the bats, everyone fell back onto their heels a little bit. Steve was still splayed out across the ground, bleeding and trying to catch his breath. Robin and Eddie were tossing their oars aside, chests heaving as they exchanged looks of disbelief. You were still knelt on the ground beside Steve, looking back and forth between him and Nancy, who was looking everyone over to make sure that no one else had taken any serious damage.

You got yourself back up to a standing position, brushing your hands off on your pants once you did, not that it did any good. You were all disgusting at that point. Turning back to Steve, you held your hand out for him to take. He went to reach up with his one arm, but immediately winced and bailed on it, using his other arm to pin it closer to his side.

“Shit,” he cursed, cringing in pain as his eyes shut.

“What happened?” you crouched lower again to be eye-level with him.

“I think those bats dislocated my shoulder.” He tried to move his arm again, only to be punished with another searing shot of pain. He cursed again, immediately regretting the decision.

“I can pop it back in,” you offered before thinking twice about it.

“What?” all three of them spoke simultaneously as they looked at you.

You hesitated for a moment before repeating yourself. “I…I can put your shoulder back in place.”

“You know how to do that?” Eddie asked, shocked.

“…yes?”

Steve’s eyes searched yours for a few moments, trying to gauge how much confidence you had in what you were saying. When your eye contact didn’t waver, he gave in with a nod. “Okay, alright, yea. Can’t get any worse, right?”

You let out a tired chuckle. “Let’s not jinx it.” You reached forward, gently feeling out his arm and shoulder. You felt bad that it was causing him pain, but you also knew that it was going to get worse before it got better. You waited for him to look at you again. “It’s gonna hurt like a bitch, you know.”

He exhaled sharply, “Because everything else has felt great so far.”

You smiled weakly. “That’s true.” Pausing, you got both him and yourself situated so that you could get him back into place. “Ready?”

He nodded, jaw clenched tight in anticipation. “Let’s get it over with.”

You popped his shoulder back into place with relative ease, although judging by the look on his face and the sound of pain he let out, no one else ever would’ve thought that. Eddie, Nancy, and Robin were all cringing and trying to look away but not quite being able to. They didn’t want to look at Steve while he was in that much pain but there were also all so curious about what you were doing. Of all the problems they’d ever had to solve, that hadn’t been one of them.

After giving him a few minutes to catch his breath and recover from the jolt of having his shoulder put back in place, Steve finally got to his feet and you all set off together, off to figure out what was next for any of you.

The whole crew of you were deep in the woods now. Eddie and Robin were wandering far ahead, and even though Nancy was walking with them and giving you and Steve a few minutes together, every now and then she’d still turn and look over her shoulder at the two of you. You didn’t quite know what the look on her face meant, but you could venture a guess.

Like he was reading your mind, Steve said, “It’s not what you think.”

“Hm?” Confusion was all over your face.

He kept his voice somewhat quiet as he spoke. “Me and Nancy. It’s…it’s not whatever you think it is.”

“What do I think it is?”

“I don’t love her.” His brows furrowed as he realized how harsh that sounded. “Not like that,” he clarified. “She’s one of my best friends. We’ve almost died together on numerous occasions,” he chuckled half-heartedly, “but it’s not like what it…what it used to be.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I didn’t really know what to say to you yesterday,” he confessed, not quite able to look you in the eye. “I wasn’t expecting it. And with so much going on I just—”

“I get it,” you cut him off, not wanting to force either of you through him gently trying to reject you, “it’s not a priority. You don’t have to—”

“Wait,” he chuckled, “let me finish what I was saying.” He paused, and when you didn’t say anything, he continued, “I wasn’t expecting it because of all the Eddie-Vecna-Max stuff that we’ve been dealing with. My brain didn’t even really catch up until it was too late. And by then you’d already, you know, you’d already brought up the Nancy stuff and it was too late to correct you. Honestly thought it might be a little tone-deaf to correct you at that point because we were trying to come up with ways to make sure that none of us die.”

You had to laugh at that. “Yea, that…that makes sense.”

“And for what it’s worth, if I thought you were great before, that battle cry you let out earlier really sealed the deal.”

You rolled your eyes but you felt your cheeks getting hot. “Shut up. You were dying.”

“It was still pretty cool,” he said in a sing-songy tone.

“I’ll pop that shoulder right back out again, you know,” you joked.

“Oh, trust me, we are going to be talking about that when this is all over.” He smiled over at you, but you saw it soften a bit after a moment.

“When this is all over?”

“Yea,” he nodded, “can’t stay in the Upside Down forever, right?”

You sucked in a deep breath, “Let’s hope not.”

His gaze dropped down to the ground. “And, when all of this is over…I was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime?”

Your heart fluttered inside your chest, a tiny ray of light in the midst of all the darkness that you’d all been drowning in lately. “I’d…I’d like that. Yea. You know,” you laughed half-heartedly, “if there’s still an out to go to after all of this.”

“We could always come back down here,” he bumped his good shoulder against your own.

“You just wanna hear me lose my shit again, don’t you?”

He smiled at you. “Little bit, yea.”

“Well,” you slipped your hand into his, “let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Yea,” he squeezed your hand, “let’s hope.”

#whumptober2022 #no.13 #dislocation #stranger things #fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrignton x reader #steve harrington x you #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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sooo I'm working on a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader story right now, thoughts and ideas are greatly appreciated! my inbox is always open!!

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darnell-la · 6 months

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Back and feasting

word count: 2.4k

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x human reader x vampire!steve harrignton

warning: chasing, blood, teeth sicking, choking, semi-forced oral on female, orgasm, vampire themed etc.

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This is a mini-series, so like, comment, and repost if you guys would like a part two!!!!!!

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Y/n’s pov

“He told us to leave, so we did,” Dustin said, confusing me. Steve needs El for this to work. He needs El to bring back Eddie, but all of a sudden he demands them to go home.

“That makes no sense. I’m going to get him,” I said, about to get up from my couch and leave but El shouted. “No! No, it’s very dangerous. Just wait for him,” El said, but I can’t. I can’t just leave him there. I already did that…

“Look, y/n. Vecna is gone, meaning everything down there isn’t alive. Steve is fine and I’m sure Eddie is, once Steve brings him the first aid kit,” Mike said. “I know I said it was bad, but he could have survived until Steve brought him the kit, so just stay home. Please,” Dustin said.

I sighed and leaned back on my sofa, after placing my telephone back on the hook. Why would Steve go alone, but argue with me and tell me that it’s to dangerous. I don’t care. Our friend is down there.

I turned my TV on and turned off most of the lights in my house before sitting down on my couch to relax and forget about Steve. I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s strong. Like Dustin said, Vecna is gone so everything fine there is dead.

3rd persons pov

Steve shouted out for help, breaking branches and tripping as he ran through the dark woods. Whatever happened to Eddie, wasn’t good. He tried talking to him, but he was furious. He seemed hungry, but Steve couldn’t point out what he was hungry for until Eddie took a fast step towards him and began biting down on his flesh.

Steve fought back, but had gotten bitten thrown around more than he could take. Now he’s tripping and limping to y/n’s house, hoping she could save him. He knows she’s good at nurturing people, and he needs it now.

He can already feel the blood in his body become less. His heart is slowing down. He can barley keep his eyes open, as his head pounds.

But he had to keep going. Eddie could be near, and Steve already knows he can’t want good from him after what he pulled in the upside down. It seemed as if he gained more strength and looked more alive after he molded Steve to the ground and took whatever it was that he needed.

“What the fuck is this shit!” Steve panicked, feeling his heart beat faster all of a sudden. He ignored the sudden adrenaline until he felt angry and hungry. He slapped his face as he picked up his speed, now feeling almost no pain but the pain in his stomach. He feels empty.

“You’ve changed, Harrington. I don’t think it’s safe to go to y/n’s house,” Eddie’s voice echoed in the woods. Steve could hear the smirk on his face. “You’re trying to protect her from me, but look at yourself. You’re not better now,” Steve felt closer to Eddie.

“How about you slow down and accept? I’m not angry, I was just — Hungry. I’m back to good ole Eddie. I promise,” he chuckled, seeming very unbelievable, which only made Steve run faster.

“Stay away from her, Eddie! You fucking loved her. You can’t just s-switch and fucking hurt her!” Steve shouted back, feeling anger run through his body. He’s having trouble controlling his emotions. He doesn’t even know what emotion he’s feeling right now.

“You’re right, Steve. I do lover her. And that’s why I’m here, following you back to her I never switched, Steve. I just know what to do now. I waited, and you gave me that little tasty push to do what I’ve been dying to do since I — Well, since I died,” Eddie said.

He couldn’t have died. He’s right here. Chasing me right now. There’s no such thing as coming back to life. There can’t be. How? How would that even be possible!?

Y/n had made herself some late-night dinner, for the reason she couldn’t get her mind off of the two men down in one of the worst places she could ever imagine. It’s basically hell.

Y/n ate and sipped on the cold mixed drink she usually makes for herself and the adults when the crew hangs out. She can’t keep her mind bushy enough. She can’t stop blaming herself.

Y/n was carried away by Steve while Eddie was screaming in pain. She fought and begged to be let go, but he wouldn’t let her down. They wouldn’t turn around and help.

*Doorbell rings*

Y/n got up with a sigh, wondering why someone was ringing her doorbell so late at night. The town quiet ours are 9 pm, so anything after that is a find if it’s unimportant or bothering.

“I’m coming!” Y/n shouted at the person who keeps ringing her doorbell. She just paid for it a few months ago. She can’t afford another installment if it breaks.

“Yes!?” Y/n angrily asked as she opened the door. Her eyes quickly widen at the sight of a bleeding Steve. “Steve!” She worried as she grabbed his face and touched all over him to see how and where he was bleeding so badly.

“Hurry, come in,” she allowed as she pulled him through her front door. She didn’t bother close the door, as she was to worried about Steve. “What the hell happened down there? I-I thought everything died,” she said, trying to pull him to the living room but collapsed on the ground.

“Not everything,” he said low, weak and scared to tell her how he found Eddie. “What do you mean not everything? Steve, what attacked you?” Y/n asked, hoping he wouldn’t be infected or it’s not in him like it got into Will.

“It’s not what. I-It’s who,” he said weakly, feeling his stomach beg for something to fill it up, but he can’t seems to think about what he wants. He doesn’t have to appetite to eat anything. He can't figure out what this feeling is exactly.

"He means me," y/n heard a familiar voice at her door step. "E-Eddie?" she said, shocked that he's alive. He's covered in blood just Steve, but he doesn't seem hurt. He seems well.

"Yes, it's me, now why don't you let your favorite in?" he asked. "No! No, don't," Steve quickly spoke. "What? Steve, you're hurt and need help," y/n said as he grabbed her arm, trying to warn her, but couldn't seem to tell her.

“Just please, y/n. H-He’ll hurt you,” Steve tried warning her before Eddie does the same attack he did to him when he was alone and just trying to help a friend. What if y/n couldn’t take this much blood lose. Speaking of blood lose, he’s not leaking anywhere anymore. The only pain he feels is still in his stomach.

“Aw, don’t listen to him. He just got spooked down there. I had to help him out and give him some energy, isn’t that right, Steve? That’s why you ran a marathon to get to y/n’s house. We all know how shit your stamina is from PE,” Eddie said, knowing what he’s doing.

“Leave Eddie. D-Don’t touch her,” Steve gripped y/n’s arms tighter. “Ow, Steve,” y/n said as Eddie chuckled. “You hear that right? Her heart?” Eddie asked, confusing y/n but caught Steve’s attention. “You’re not the only one, don’t worry. I hear it took. It’s music to the ears,” Eddie licked his lips.

“Now y/n — Let me in, so I can help you both, hm? Let me give what Steve needs. He’s dying of hunger,” Eddie said, feeling his own heart fasten, knowing he’s so close to getting a taste of her. Harrington already tasted so amazing.

“Eddie, just come in! You don’t have to ask, just- just please, help me,” y/n begged as she rubbed Steve’s cheek. “Good girl,” Eddie growled in a voice that y/n has never heard. That growled earned Steve, but he couldn’t do anything. He’s to damn weak.

“Please, just-“ y/n went to beg again as she looked up at Eddie, until he bent down a bit to grab her neck. Y/n yelped as Eddie lifted her up slowly to her feet. Steve had let y/n’s arm go and curled up, feeling his stomach get worse by the second. He’s never felt so fucking empty.

“Eddie! Eddie!” Y/n chocked as Eddie scanned her neck and face, feeling his body tense up at just the sight of her flesh. Of her. He feels like he’s always felt for her, but way more. He feels hungry for her. He knows he’ll starve to death if he doesn’t take what’s his.

“Shouldn’t have let me in. Stevie was right. I will hurt you. But, not to bad. I want you to enjoy this,” Eddie smirked as tears built up in y/n’s eyes. “Please, Eddie. D-Don’t do this,” y/n begged. “Once we’re done, you’ll thank me,” Eddie said.

“Harrington!” Eddie said as he turned y/n’s body like a rag dog, keeping his hand tightened around her through and her on her tippy-toes. “You smell that, don’t you?” Eddie asked, knowing he does, but doesn’t know where it’s coming from and why he loves the smell so damn much.

“Yes — It smells good, doesn’t it? So fucking good. Makes me want to tear her apart, just for a sweet long night of just her,” Eddie tried keeping himself from drooling.

“It’s day 3, one of the best days to to have her. Come and taste, before your stomach gives out you,” Eddie spoke to Steve. Steve tried fighting his thoughts, not knowing where this sudden desire for blood came from. Why does he smell her so much? Why can’t he get his mind off if it.

“No! No, I can’t. I just- Eddie, I can’t,” Steve eyes began to water as he scratched his own arms, trying to keep himself back. “I’ll just help you then,” Eddie said, and seconds later, y/n’s night shorts were ripped off of her.

“Eddie!” Y/n cried out in shock. “Just so much fucking blood. Don’t make me go first, Harrington. I’ll leave nothing for you, if I do,” Eddie threatened, knowing he’d slurp her until she’s drained of nothing. Not even life.

“What are you doing, Eddie?” Y/n chocked, barley being able to speak as Steve slowly looked up at the sight of y/n in her panties. They’re so tight and thin. Her lips are barley holding on. She even had a wet spot. Fuck.

“Cmon’ now. Don’t leave her so desperate,” Eddie said, knowing everything going through Steve’s mind. He can smell her sweet juice, running out of her, begging for some attention.

“Eddie…” Steve spoke slowly as he crawled over in front of y/n. He looks so tired and out of energy. Eddie forced y/n’s head down to look at Steve. “Steve, h-help,” y/n begged as I tear dropped on his face. Lucky for him, the teardrop rolled over his lips.

He licked the drop, not thinking how messed up it was. Steve’s mind started going through thoughts, so many thoughts until the taste of y/n’s tears set in. “Fuck,” he sighed.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Steve spoke, not making eye contact as he moved his hand toward her private part and removed her panties. More like ripped them off, making the poor girl yell in shock.

“Steve! S-Steve, no!” Y/n tried yelling loudly, but the grip Eddie had on her, kept her from saying to much. “I need it,” Steve’s voice slightly changed. He sounded unreal in a sense.

“N-No, no! Wait, Steve, wait-“ y/n begged as Steve wrapped his finger around y/n’s tampon string, but he cut her off by pulling on it slowly. “Ow!” Scotlyn cried at the pain.

“Ssh, baby. You’ll love this next part,” Eddie whispered in the crying girls ear as Steve finally got the tampon out. “Jesus,” Steve groaned, staring at the girls bloody tampon. He slowly took a look up at her plump cunt, watching blood slowly drip from her hole.

“Please, stop this,” y/n felt embarrassed as Steve slowly gripped onto her thick thigh. “You smell so fucking good, y/n,” Steve drooled as his leaned towards her heat. “Wait, Steve,” y/n begged once more before Steve took her clit and folds into his mouth like a hungry animal.

“Steve!” Y/n moan loudly, not expecting herself to be this loud just from a pair of lips on her. “Ssh, princess,” Eddie whispered in her ear as he held her head back by her neck. “Don’t make me shush you myself, baby,” Eddie breathed on her neck, hearing and seeing her pulse rise.

“S-Steve!” y/n cried out as he stuck his tongue deep into her entrance. His tongue seems longer than usual. I mean, she’s never done anything like this with him, but his tongue seems longer than the average human tongue.

“Stop it, please,” the weak girl begged for what seemed like the millionth time, but this time, her eyes rolled back and a knot began to form in her lower stomach. “You’re close,” Eddie’s voice echoed in her ear. “Don’t hood back in us, baby. Let it go. Fuckin’ cum in Harringtons face,” Eddie slightly squeezed at her neck.

A few seconds passed, and her mind went blank as she came hard on Steve’s face. “Mhm,” Steve moaned into her skin, tasting what he’s been wanting to taste for years and for the past ten minutes. Her cum and blood.

“That’s it, girl. Let it out,” Eddie licked y/n’s ear as she shook, barely able to keep herself up, but that’s what Eddie’s grip on her neck is for, and Steve’s tight grip on her thighs.

“Heads up,” Eddie growled. Before y/n could process what he said, Eddie’s teeth sunk into the small girl's skin. “Eddie!” Y/n wanted to scream but moaned out instead.

The feeling of Steve’s tongue lapping around her cunt, like he’s searching for the perfect flavor of a lollipop while Eddie’s sucking her neck like a beast feasting on his prey, is only sending y/n into another god-giving orgasm.

Her moans were choked by Eddie’s grip on her neck. This time, she couldn’t gather words. All she could do was sob, whine, and choke on her own moans.

"It's okay, princess, we know it's a lot to handle. Just rest up and we'll surprise you when you wake," Eddie's voice echoed in y/n's ear once again before she slowly faded away into the dark.

part two?

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Ahoy | Steve Harrignton x Navy! Reader

Notes: I'll be spamming y'all while I still have WiFi.

Warnings: None

Words: 1.7k

"Ahoy there. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavour with me? I'll be your captain, I'm Steve Harrignton." What an introduction. You laughed at his words while fishing a tenner out of your backpocket.

"Ahoy there, I'm your seaman (Y/N) (L/N) at your service.", you replied, still grinning. Steve's eyes went wide at your words. "(Y/N), as in...the army dropout?" He gave himself a mental slap at the words he chose. But you looked so different. The once introverted girl who wore baggy clothes to cover up her body now wore a crop top with tight jeans, heeled shoes and an everlasting smile on her face. He could see the muscles on your arms and stomach, and clear outlines of the same on your legs. "Who gave me that nickname? I was just Harringtons ex before I left" , you said, still grinning at your ex-boyfriend behind the counter. "One chocolate and one vanilla in a cone please." He starred at you for another second before getting to work. "You know Steve, if I didn't know better I would've thought that you were flirting with me." This isn't how he remembered you. You were so shy and quiet in high school, always reserved and never too loud. Two years ago, you wouldn't have said anything like this. Did bootcamp do all of this to you? He handed you the ice cream, you gave him your money in exchange. "You can keep the change if you'll take me out later today." Now this was a bold move on your side, but with how your confidence grew after just three months at base it wasn't very uncharacteristic for you now. To Steve, however, it was. "S-sure. Same house?", he said, now unsure of what he was doing himself. "Yeah, I'm visiting for a month." You smiled at him, took a lick of your ice cream, then gave him a wink. "8pm sharp, go with something nice and casual." As you've turned on your heel, he couldn't help but stare after you.

As 8pm rolled around, you were already waiting in the hallway. "Sweetie, is it really a good idea to go on a date with your ex?", your mother pressed as you put on your black heels. "Mom, please, we've been over this. I've changed, he changed. It's been 3 years." She was only looking out for you, you understood. Your mother remembered very clearly how wrecked you were when Steve broke up with you, and how much more it wrecked you when he started dating Nancy just two weeks after. It played into why you left high school so quickly to join the military. Maybe it was a bad idea, but it was a good experiment. "If anything happens, you call. Okay?", she reassured herself once again. "I will, don't worry." Even though you were in the navy, fully trained and capable of self-defense, she still wanted to protect you at all costs. That's just how mothers are. As she wanted to start another sentence, your doorbell rang. 8pm sharp. You went to open the door to be greeted by Steve, holding pink roses in his hand, with a slight smile on his face. "Ahoy there.", you said with a grin, mocking what he said earlier. "Ready to sail?" He grinned now as well with a feeling that tonight was going to be good. After putting a flowers in a vase and putting it in the kitchen for now, you left with Steve in his car. He thought all day about where to take you, what to do with you, and especially when he doesn't really have the money to take you out. So, he decided to drive around town with you to talk, get takeout at a pizza place and stop at Lovers Lake to eat dinner with you.

"So, a seaman?", he started. You chuckled at his words. "Yup. Bootcamp in Indianapolis, based in California.", you said. "Honestly, bootcamp was a blessing. It really turned me around." Steve smiled at your words while still watching the road, although he would've loved to look over. "I can tell, your confidence is glowing out of you.", he commented, still smiling. "I know, there's something about wrestling fully grown men in mud that gives you a confidence boost." While it was exhausting, you were happy to do it in the end. Steve gave a small, nervous laugh at your comment, wondering what the hell happened in those three months. So he asked: "What did you do there anyways?". You liked remembering bootcamp - while it was exhausting, you've never had more fun in your life. While your mom always told you that high school was supposed to be the best years of your life, your veteran father was right when he said that bootcamp would be. "It was pretty basic training at first. You know, showing us the ropes and stuff. I got to fire a weapon during week four, and that was when I realized that the military was my true calling." Steve imagined you with a gun in your hand - yes, it was hot but he also just couldn't see it knowing how you were two years ago. "Before graduating, we had Battle Stations. That's basically 12 different tasks we, as a team, had to do to get our navy ball cap." You've beamed in pride at this point, so much that Steve couldn't help but take a glance over at you. You were beautiful. So, so beautiful. "And you got it, I assume.", he said, now smiling himself. "I did, with flying colors." Jesus, your smile. Your smile was still just as beautiful. He regretted ever leaving you in the first place, especially for someone he didn't have a future with. But he saw it in you - your eyes, your smile, your entire demeanour. And he had a chance to make it right tonight.

"I hope you still like pizza.", he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the pizza place. "Depends, do you remember my order?" Jesus, it stayed the same. "Salami pizza with extra cheese, mushrooms and spinach." He memorized all your orders by heart. "Shit man, you really did remember." You laughed while talking. Cursing was also something new you did. "How could I not, who puts spinach on their pizza." He joked about it, although after trying it it wasn't too bad. "The navy does, apparently." You grinned at him while unbuckling your belt. The two of you went inside, ordered your pizza and sat down next to each other while waiting. "You know, spinach is high in iron." You couldn't help but continue your spinach rant. "Is it now?", he asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded while grinning. "I think all of the fat from the cheese and salami cancel out the healthy parts, you know." He was teasing you, but all you did was laugh. "Probably, but the placebo effects works." You put your arm on the table and flexed the muscles in it. "See. You don't get these from nothing." Steve was in awe as he saw your arm. You must've worked so hard on that. "Jesus, your muscle mass must be bigger than mine.", he said, laughter laced in his voice. "Oh, my legs are even bigger. And I got abs now!" Since you were wearing a dress, you couldn't show him yet but his face told you that he believed every word you said. As he wanted to reply, your food was done. Steve paid for the both of you, carried the two boxes to his car and drive off to Lovers Lake with you.

The two of you got comfortable on the hood of his car, watching the stars as you ate your pizza. "See, you can navigate towards north with Polaris." You pointed upwards to the sky. Honestly, Steve couldn't make out which star you were pointing at, and you could tell by his confused face. "See, this is the big dipper." He knew that much. "And now you locate the two pointer stars. Those point to Polaris, which is the tail of the little dipper." He tried following your words with his eyes. "So if you're ever lost, you know you'll go north when you're facing Polaris." He watched the stars a bit more before looking back at you. The moon, a full moon, was shining just right tonight. Your face looked beautiful under the moonlight, illuminating your perfect features just right. While he wanted to comment on your astronomy lesson, he couldn't help but fumble over his own thoughts: "You're beautiful." He could see how your cheeks flushed red just a little, but you've quickly regaining your composure. "So are you.", you added. Since your fingers were full of fat from the pizza, you whiped your hand off on your dress before letting it stroke through his hair. "Still as soft as ever." Your voice was dreamy and while watching his curls go through your fingers you eyes were just the same. "(Y/N).", he said while watching your facial expressions. Your hand left his hair before looking at him again. "Hm?" There was that beautiful smile on your face again. "Can I kiss you?" You didn't even need to think about your answer. In fact, you leaned forwards until your lips met his. Fireworks went off in both of your stomachs. This felt right, this was supposed to be, this is everything the two of you needed to feel complete. The kiss was soft, yet both of you were hungry for more. With both pizza cartons being pushed on the roof by Steve, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his body, resulting in the two of you to lay down on the hood and window of his car. The kiss broke eventually, but your lips only parted millimetres apart. "I missed you.", he whisper. "Let me make it right. What I did to you." Steve leaned forwards to kiss you once again. His words made you melt. Yes, you missed him as well. Your inner teenager never stopped loving him to be precise - you wanted this. Once the two of you broke the kiss again, for real this time, he starred into your eyes. "I'd like a second chance if you'd let me.", he mumbled. You smiled at him with flushed cheeks and glowing eyes. If your pupils were able to change shape, they'd be in heart shapes right now.

"I'd like that very much."

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We'll Always Have Each Other (Pt 2)

Steve Harrignton x fem!reader,

slight Best Friend Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Steve finds out about Y/n’s self harm after picking her up from her best friends trailer. This is pt2, please read pt1 before you read this part.

Warnings (Pls DONT read if any of these are triggering for you or makes you uncomfortable): Swearing, abuse, depression, self harm, panic attacks, trauma, ptsd, drugs, smoking, slight nudity but nothing explicit, fluff

Word Count: 2404

Pt1

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to get part two up, been dealing with a lot this last week but here y’all go. Most things that I write are based closely on my own experiences and traumas, this way I can write a better and happier ending though. If you go through anything similar please know you are not alone and you are always welcome to message me if you need to talk.

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The drive to Steve’s house was silent, Y/n just watching out the window at the passing houses and trees with her head pressed against the glass. While Steve kept his eyes on the road glancing over at his girlfriend every once and awhile, one hand on the steering wheel the other on her thigh rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

“I’m sorry.” Steve finally said after pulling into his driveway and putting the car in park.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” He said again, grabbing her hand to just hold. “I’m so fucking sorry Y/n/n.”

“Why are you sorry?” She placed the hand he wasn’t holding on his cheek.

“Because I’m your boyfriend, I should have been there to protect you.” He explains with tears brimming his eyes as he looks at her bruised cheek. “I can protect you from other dimension monsters but the real monster was in your own home this whole time.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about this Steve.” She wiped away a tear that fell down his cheek. “You didn’t know, I never told you or let Eddie tell you about any of this.”

“But still, I should have known something was up.” He closed his eyes while laying his head back against the headrest. “I mean it all makes sense, why you never wanted to go swimming, always wore long sleeves even in the hottest of summers, never really let me touch you. I should have realized something was wrong so much sooner.”

“Steve, baby. I did everything I could for you not to find out.” She started to cry again, making him look back at her.

“Why don’t we finish discussing this inside love.” Steve opened the door before going around and opened her door for her. “My parents are out of town for the week so we’ve got the place to ourselves right now. You can stay as long as you need to.”

Y/n just nodded her head and followed Steve inside his house and up to his room. She sat on his bed playing with her charm bracelet while watching him rummage through his dresser.

“Here’s a shirt for you to sleep in.” He finally turned around with one of his old Hawkins High shirts in hand. “It’s going to be pretty big on you but at least it’s something comfy.”

“Thank you Steve.” She gave a forced smile while hesitantly reaching out to take it seeing it was a short sleeve shirt making her nervous.

“Is that blood?” Instead of giving her the shirt he grabbed her hand gently to inspect the blood on her sleeve. “Y/n, did he hurt you more than just your cheek?”

“No. It must just be from when I used my sleeve to wipe the blood earlier.” She lied, knowing it was from one of the cuts on her wrist opening back up when they grabbed her earlier. “He just smacked me and his ring cut my cheek.”

“Baby, please don’t lie to me.” Steve begged. “You don’t have to keep anything from me, I just want to help you.”

“He didn’t hurt me anywhere else today Steve. I promise.” She tried reassuring him but it wasn’t working. “He only smacked me before I ran out of the house and went to Eddie’s.”

“What happened?”

“My moms always drunk when I get home from work and so my step dad expects me to cook dinner and have it ready by the time he gets home.” She starts to explain while not looking up at him. “Well I got home from my shift later than I usually do so dinner wasn’t ready when he got home. He said I can never do anything right and how I’m a worthless piece of shit. Said I’m lucky he lets me live in his house and he can’t wait for me to turn eighteen next month so he can be rid of me for good. When I tried standing up for myself he hit me to shut me up. So I left before he could do anymore.”

“You’re safe now baby girl.” Steve wiped the tears from her cheeks she didn’t know she had shed. “You won’t ever have to see that bastard again.”

“How Steve, I have nowhere else to go. I have to go back home eventually.” She sobbed as he pulled her into his chest.

“I’m calling Hopper first thing in the morning and we’ll get this figured out, I promise.” He rubbed soothing circles on her back. “For now, why don’t we get ready for bed.”

Y/n moved away from Steve who then gave her his shirt from before. She just sat there looking at it not sure what to do anymore but she knew she could no longer hide her biggest secret from her boyfriend anymore.

“What’s wrong?” He asked after noticing her lack of effort to get ready for bed.

“You’re going to hate me.” She put her hands over her face as she laid back on the bed trying not to cry again.

“Now why would I hate you? I love you so much.” Steve leaned over her, keeping his arms on either side of her so as to not crush her with his weight. “Come on baby, look at me please.”

“No.” She said while shaking her head.

“Why not?”

“BecauseIliedtoyou.” She said quickly while it was also muffled in her hands.

“Y/n I can’t understand you right now.” He tried gently removing her hands from her face but she wouldn’t budge leaving him no choice but to grab her wrists and force them away from her face though he wasn’t rough at all.

“Ow.” She hissed, as he placed her hands above her head.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you but…” He trailed off as he noticed her sleeve having rolled up a bit showing the cuts and scars on her wrist.

Y/n noticed the horror on his face when she realized what exactly he was looking at. She wiggled her way out from underneath him while he was still in shock and curled in on herself.

“It’s not what you think.” She said.

“What do you mean it’s not what I think?” He started to raise his voice a little as he stood up straight now rubbing his face and started to pace.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

“How long have you been hurting yourself?” He asked. “A few weeks, a month?”

“Longer.” She mumbled trying not to sob. “Almost a year.”

“A year? A fucking year.” He yelled, pulling at his hair in frustration. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’ll just go home.” Y/n quickly slid off the bed and tried to get to the door before Steve processed what she said but she wasn’t fast enough as he grabbed both sides of her waist and blocked her path.

“Oh no you don’t. There’s no fucking way you’re going back to the hellhole with that bastard.” He growled out.

“It’s fine Steve. I’m fine. I'll live.” She told him now fully crying and having a bit of trouble breathing.

“But you’re not fine.” He then realized he’s being a bit too harsh as he noticed her breathing falter. “I just want to help you.”

“N-no. You don’t have to deal with me. I’m not worth it. I-I’m a shitty girlfriend and-and…”

“Hey, hey. You need to breathe.” He pulled her to him and sat down on his bed with her in his lap, head against his chest soothing her the best that he could. “Come on baby girl, breathe for me. I’ve got you. Just copy my breathing. Deep breath in… and out.”

She gripped onto his shirt as he coached her and tried her best to do what he says. He clearly has no intentions of letting her go until she’s calmed down from her panic attack.

“I’m s-sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with me…”

“Don’t say that.” He cut her off, pulling away to properly look at her, grabbing her cheeks. “I love you baby. I will do anything for you. Please let me help you.”

“You don’t hate me?” She asked, still very scared about everything that has happened so far.

“Of course not darling. I could never hate you.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you, don't ever forget that.”

“I love you too.” She whispered.

“Now can I have a look at your arms please?” He rubbed her cheek softly.

She nodded her head as he pulled up her sleeves to see the angry red lines, which a few of the more recent ones had opened back up again and were bleeding. He couldn’t help but notice all the faded scars, too many to count. He then grabbed the back of her thighs, picking her up and took her to the bathroom placing her on the counter.

“How have you been treating them?” He asked, going back to inspecting her arms under the better lighting.

“I never thought about doing that.” She lowered her head for being stupid.

“It’s okay. I just don’t want them to get infected.” He said while grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet before placing himself between her legs and grabbed what he needed. “I’ll help you with it, it’ll all be okay.”

He started cleaning her wounds, apologizing each time she hissed or whimpered in pain then wrapped them in bandages before kissing the back of her hand. He then cleaned the wound on her cheek before putting a small band aid over it and rested his hand on her cheek causing her to lean into his touch.

“Thank you.” She gave him a small smile.

“Anytime baby girl.” He smiled back. “Now can you truthfully tell me if you’ve hurt yourself anywhere else.”

“I haven’t.” She shook her head. “But…”

“But what?”

Y/n proceeded to pull her shirt off revealing the very large purple and black bruise on her ribs and several others scattered around her torso. He also noticed a few on her back from the mirror behind her, all of the bruises ranging in different colors due to the time they’ve had to heal.

“Oh my god Y/n.” He gasped. “How are you even moving around just fine? It looks like they would all hurt like hell.”

“I guess you could say I’ve gotten used to the pain from years of this.” She mumbled.

“I promise you that you will never have to experience any of this ever again.” Steve reassured her while looking through the first aid kit again. “I know I’ve got an ointment or something that can help sooth the bruises.”

After finding it he started applying the cream to all of her bruises. Apologizing when he pressed too hard on some of the worse ones. Y/n just watched as he did this, unable to keep her eyes off him. How did she get so lucky to have him?

“What are you staring at?” He asked, bringing her out of her trance once he was done.

“You.” She mumbled as he placed his hands on her thighs. “I don’t deserve you Steve Harrington.”

“No, you’ve got it wrong.” He smiled a little. “It’s the other way around, I don’t deserve you. You’re just so perfect.”

“Perfect?” She scrunched up her eyebrows before gesturing her arms out. “I’m broken.”

“You’re not broken, baby, this is just proof of how hard you have fought.” He pulled her to him, kissing her forehead. “I know I can’t force you to stop but please, please let me know if you ever have the need to harm again. And especially tell me if it got too much and you did hurt yourself, I promise I won’t be mad. I just want to help in any way I can.”

“But you also have so much to deal with too.” She reminded him. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems as well.”

“You aren’t burdening me with shit.” He placed his finger under her chin to have her properly look up at him. “We’ll always have each other! No matter what, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He gave her a quick peck to the lips. “Now let’s go to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day and we’ll get this all figured out.”

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“Hey man, how’s our girl doing?” Eddie asked from the other side of the phone after Steve asked to use it at the police station while he sat waiting for Y/n and Hopper to finish up.

“She’s talking with Hop right now seeing if they are able to make a case against her mom and step dad.” He explained. “I had gotten her cuts and bruises all patched up last night.”

“So she told you everything then.” Eddie sighed in relief knowing he didn’t have to keep his best friend's secret from her boyfriend any longer. “What’s the plan for her now?”

“She is going to stay with me for the time being no matter what happens. Hop said he would accompany her to her house to get her belongings to take back to mine.” He explains. “Then once she and Robin turn eighteen the four of us will be able to get a place all together like we’ve been planning.”

“Good. That is if she’s still wanting me to move in with you guys.” Eddie pointed out. “Tell her I’m sorry again for telling you and breaking our promise.”

“I will, don’t worry. Though I’m pretty sure she’s no longer mad at you.” Steve reassured the other male. “I bet she’ll be asking me if you and Robin can come over later.”

“Thanks man for keeping me updated.” Eddie laughed a little at Steve’s joke. “At least now all we will have to worry about with her is the nightmares and panic attacks which we all suffer from so.”

“We’re all here for each other. It’s the best we can do.” Steve said while fiddling with the charms on his key chain. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

“Alright, see you later.” And with that they hung up.

And sure enough Y/n wasn’t mad at Eddie any more having asked Steve if he and Robin could come over for a movie night.

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